fuck my fucking chungus lifeee.

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fuck my fucking chungus lifeee.
This is a dangerous game
lovro is soooo funny i can’t. like, yesterday he gave ivan that minute by minute talk. to live minute by minute and all of that. but today he opened his eyes and blew his nose loud asf, because he couldn’t wait a minute to ask ivan when they’re gonna do it. like chill. 😭
i have just been possessed with the compulsion to write an usopp x reader fluff i am buzzing with excitement my poor other wips though
I saw another post on here that reminded me I've never actually talked abt my Douxie's Moving Castle AU on here
Self-reminder to get around to that at some point
I’m so tempted to just delete blogs that I run so I can get away from endos and stop every project I’m working on, but I don’t want to do that to people that need those spaces but the constant reblogs from people that are endos and want to start being shits to me is getting to be a little overwhelming
I want it to stop but I know it won’t
hey, I get the struggle, sometimes it's just too much and you can't really do anything other than to block them or to delete the blog, it's fair to be overwhelmed. If needed you can always take a break, people need their spaces yes, but you, being the one providing that space are an important too. As the creator and the person who runs them you are important and so you should take good care of yourself! Put yourself first, people will understand ^_^
Imagine there was a restaurant that everyone raved about. You grew up hearing stories, media plotlines, and testimonials about how amazing it is, how avoiding eating there was one of the toughest things to do, how, once you had a dish at that restaurant, you would be hooked for life. It was that transcendentally good. Curious, you decide one day you're ready to try out the restaurant. You order a dish a bit on the spicy side, eat it, and go "It's alright." "Only 'alright'?" Like, yeah, it's fine. It was nice. If a close friend really wanted to go again you'd consider it, but only as a way to hang out with your friend, and there were lots of other things you could do that'd bring you equal if not more joy, but the food was just alright. Honestly, if you were hungry, it wouldn't be worth the hassle of driving over to eat there and you'd rather just have instant ramen at home. You discover that is a very very rare opinion. That's basically my relationship with sex as an asexual.