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WTH? I didn’t know my blog’s for-adults-only nowadays... is it?
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starting to think it might be a real crush not exam psychosis???
Boyfriend?
Context?
I think this is in reference to me re-blogging a post by @dysphoric-cersei, which is a side account @afriendtokilltime made recently, and he is, in fact, my boyfriend.
If this is you asking me out, I’m going to have to say no, at least until we get to know each other better.
There’s something magical about truly beautiful art: something special about a perfectly told story.
My dear Mother and I are drastically different personalities. At times we’ve really struggled to relate to each other in a respectful and civil manner, and there didn’t seem to be any way to bridge the giant gap between us.
I didn’t have a plan in mind when I brought a copy of Spirou et Fantasio to her. I wanted help with my pronunciation, and reading aloud, with someone correcting my French, sounded like a good way to practice.
At the beginning we were only doing a page at a time, because my read-aloud skills were pretty abysmal. But I picked up speed, we got invested in their clash with Zorglub, my Mom got a magnifying glass to better appreciate Spip’s adorable grumpy expressions, and I can’t even guess how many hours we’ve now spent together, laughing and pointing out the background characters’ expressions, and guessing at the meaning of the more obscure words. We didn’t ‘talk about our feelings’, we didn’t fix anything, didn’t do anything except log hour after hour, side by side, in mutual enjoyment, and somehow it’s made all the difference. I am so grateful.
Warning: rant ahead. No shit. You have no idea who I am. Loads of people say chartreuse everyday. You are popular here with a shitload of followers, you've mistaken me for someone else and outta a billion people here, you cannot possibly conclude who this anon is. So stop giving me anxiety. End of defensive rant.
I think I have figured it out. Trust me, I am not popular. I am that kid who checks every single reblog of their posts. And I'm sorry if I did give you anxiety coz like I didnt mean to?
Do you ever have a dream where you meet someone who seems so real that you are certain they are based on someone you know in real life, but when you wake up you know no one like that? Cause I just did and it sucks. But on the other hand, I'm so hyped to meet someone like that!!!
I give up...
Someone put me out of my missy and explain Alpha, Beta, Omega for me?
Ill admit im a little apprehensive to just go google it.
So are you a black bisexual then?
Um, no? Bisexual, yes, but I’m not sure where you got black from?