Siderome, meaning Villain.

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Not a boat, mom.

Okay so I was trying to explain to my mom how every fandom it seems has that one ship that everyone loves. I kinda ranted for a while about it, completely going off. I said things like: 

“But when ones cannon the other ships sink-”

“Some people keep shipping them, even after they sink-”

“Some ships, aren’t even romantic, some can just be friends, those are most of mine.”

“that ship, will never sink.” 

“So what if I like the cannon ship? can’t i just enjoy it? I’m not forcing it on you.”

“I know no one likes this ship, but I love it, so I hide it from people because the fandom’s toxic anyway, and I don’t want to deal with that, so I’ll just enjoy it alone-” 

She was silent the entire time, and I completely forgot...

…

Normal people don’t know what your talking about. 

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She stared at me with cold, dead, eyes. 

Shining in the shadows, she pushed her litter out, tossing it everywhere. 

“Cats...” I mumbled, grabbing the broom. 

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guys I’m crying. You wanna know? 

I forgot about my first imaginary friend.

 I feel so bad, just one day, I stopped talking to him?? We were friends because we were the weird ones. In each of our worlds, everyone thought we were strange or needed help. So we talked because we could understand each other. It made sense to us, you didn’t have to understand. I don’t even remember him that much. Just that I suddenly had another imaginary friend... 

Did he just sit there and watch? As our whole friendship disappeared? What if he tried to stop me? What if he was frantic at losing me? WHAT IF HE DID ALL OF THIS RIGHT AT ME AND I COULDNT SEE HIM. 

I forgot all about him... This is so sad, how could I forget? 

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Anyone's family or friends tell them how much they’ve changed, to the point you actually start to believe it? 

But then you look back at your past self and think, no. I didn’t change in that way. That’s always been the same, you’ve just never noticed it. And then their all like: okay, prove it. 

…

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PROVE SOMETHING YOU DON’T REMEMBER?! YOU OBVIOUSLY WEREN’T PAYING ENOUGH ATTENTION TO ME TO MISS THIS HUGE PART OF MY PERSONALITY.SO WHY SHOULD I TRY TO PROVE SOMETHING TO YOU? 

…Or it’s really subtle so even you don’t notice for a while...

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Does anyone else not realize they were traumatized? Your just sitting there one day and all of a sudden it hits you. 

That was traumatic. 

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I wish I was a kid again...

If your ever feeling sad, your day isn't going well, or maybe your just bored... go watch that show you loved as a kid. But don’t just watch it. Dress like you would’ve however maybe years ago. Grab the food you wouldn’t hesitate to eat the whole bag of. Find that old toy. Pretend your still a kid. 

I’m rewatching my old favorite shows because of the nostalgia. Go do it. It’s epic. And don’t worry about people judging you, your probably alone in your room anyway. 

(Plus its fun to rewatch scenes where you know he dialogue by heart, and/or replayed an episode just for a joke.) 

I’m so happy right now. 

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Can’t sleep, constantly moving. My (maybe) nerodivergent brain is bouncing off the walls. The bed is scratchy and the fan is on. ‘Dear Maria’ is stuck in my head, it’s almost one in the morning, I’m dead tired but high on caffeine, and I have the urge to drink water/practice my eyeliner...

I can already tell I’m gonna miss these days.

(Update!) The water tasted horrible but I drank it anyway and I can hear my sister almost snoring next to me. “This is life.” And for once its not that bad.

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(Also I tried Boba for the first time!)

Someone recognized my Virgil hoodie. 

That is all. 

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Why do I gotta be the only weird one in my family?

Guys I’m so happy! You wanna know why? I finally developed a character I’ve been working on for MONTHS. AND I LOVE HER. IM SO EXCITED BUT I CAN’T TELL ANYONE ELSE. (Cause they don’t care-) BUT EEEE-

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I remember when I was little my mom told me that if I slept with the covers over my head, angels would carry me to heaven and I would die. 

But paranoid me couldn’t stand it when people watched me sleep. Even if it was just to wake me up. 

Plus I didn’t want to die, their was no way I would ever cover my face again. 

…

Fast forward to middle school: After about a few miserable months of dealing with life,   when I finally managed to crawl into bed... late... exhausted... Without a second thought I covered my head and fell asleep.

 I’ve slept that way ever since. 

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My sister, stone cold eyes, staring into our souls: “You need to tell us.”         

Other sister pouting: “No, I don’t!”                                                                      

Me: “Yes you do.” 

“Fine,” She huffs. 

…

“It was outside the car.” 

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I was sitting upstairs scrolling the internet when my brother ran by and was singing/screaming: 

I LOVE LETTUCE WRAPS!~

And that’s just so cute to me. 

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What my dad has taught me:

Don’t go into anything physical. (When thinking of future jobs)                       

 Beware of physical therapists. 

  Beware of normal therapists. 

   Beware of therapy. 

(Also spend more time with your kids then what you think is “enough”) 

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Me: *walks outside*

*sees and eagle fly majestically over head* 

…

Me: What am I, 

Captain America? 

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Things my best friend has said:

“I found a needle! …Unfortunately the hard way.” 

“IT’S LIKE A MIRROR!” -After cleaning her phone. 

“NO~ MORE~ TUUMMBLR~ BLR, BLR, BLR, BU-BLUR BLUR BLUR~”

“I’m gonna get some tiktok-” 

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Me to myself at 11: Now, were going to bed. Just let me check...

*opens Tumblr* 

Me, four hours later: Oh well, too late now! 

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Hamilton

Maybe I’m just an idiot, but why does Alexander wear his glasses? It obviously wasn’t to shoot Burr. Did he have something else in mind? 

“They won’t teach you this in your classes, but look it up Hamilton was wearin’ his glasses. Why?  If not to take deadly aim?! It’s him or me the world will never be the same!” Burr assumed it was to kill him. 

…Does that mean if he didn’t wear them he wouldn’t have died?  

“Was it just to mess with you?”-As my sister pointed out.  

(Maybe I’m thinking too deep into this...)