Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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if i look back, i am lost
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@snakejawunhingedthoughts
Dark fantasy romance, but the romance is actually a sickeningly sweet, loving, healthy relationship. The fantasy world around them, though? Horrid. Insane and haunting stuff around every corner. Dystopian systems created by the fantasy creatures and species. Morality dead. Violence in the background every time the lovers kiss.
Also, it's yuri. Incredibly gay.
I think it's stupid that one of our goals (for instance, when saying we want to achieve a higher education) is almost always: I want to live comfortably.
Where you don't have to worry about your financial and living situation or about finding employment to eat, sleep comfortably, and LIVE.
I think "the right to live" should be more of a right. Should be more a guarantee.
Does survival meet the requirement for the right to live?
TIL that...
if you take "TIL that" and move the first "t" in "that" to the end of "TIL" you get "TILt hat."
Which is what a gentleperson would do.
Okay, but like, an anti-hero (not the "they're secretly a softie" type) where they are willing to massacre an entire city of people, and their main motivation is love. But the love isn't shown to be a positive aspect of who they are. Love isn't depicted as a good thing or a bad thing, just a sentiment like a joy and anger, though its presence is constant (unlike joy or anger might be).
I would sometimes get to pet a neighborhood cat that would appear in the backyard, and after many year of owning dogs, the purr sounded nearly like a growl. It was fascinating.
I think my dog is now starting to purr or is just a brat (definitely just a brat) because sometimes, she'll growl when you pet her, but you put your hand away (you know, because she growled). But then she'd growl again and put your hand on her head by pushing it with her nose, and growl, satisfied.
Girl, that's not how dogs show affection. What are you doing? Brat. Silly girl.
I love my dog.
When I hear birb, I turn around.
Sometimes, big sound from small birb. hummingbird.
Nobody:
Me, wallowing in my sadder emotions: *listening to Imagine Dragons songs that facilitate the feels*
I wish I could write.
Write books, write stories, write words.
Write music, write songs my soul can sing to (though I have no musical knowledge, other that I listen to music and me likey sometimes).
I want to feel, I want to think.
But I'm addicted to stuffing my brain (cotton, cotton, cotton candy brain) so as to not feel, not think, live in an illusion of nothingness.
I feel most blind, not when I don't have my glasses on/off, but the time right after I take them off.
Hey! I have love in my heart!
:P
Blep!
I love language. I love when it connects emotions and feelings intangible to ink on soft, interestingly smelling paper. Ink that you can touch, but words that are more than that. The sudden tangibility of impossibilities as you explore and delve deeper. The curiosity that floods the mind. The words, ideas that linger.
I love.
I look like a lonely loser right now, but I do not actually currently want to interact with people, except that one friend. I'm just listing what sometimes happens. What is currently happening doesn't reflect my last posts.
Currently, my dying brain has latched onto Youtube in order to distract myself from reality (but I also love thinking) (it usually just leads to an inability to do anything and panic about what I need to have been getting done and how I'm gonna ruin my life, but also I have a little bit of fun sometimes, even though the fun is killing me with the stress of what I should be doing).
Ignore.
Warning: being a poopy poopy pessimist.
I'm aroace, but the craving for human intamacy occasionally makes me doubt it.
Like, I've never had very close friends. But despite how I hate people in general, I like people in specific, and I think they're interesting. So I sometimes want to have closer friends. That's what this is.
I say, "I think I'm losing my mind" so often...
as if I didn't know I already did.
READ MY MIND!!!!
DO IT!!
Human interaction is so appealing sometimes.
And sometimes I don't even wanna look at it because I detest it so much.
And sometimes, it's BOTH, which SUCKS.