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#interview with the vampire#iwtv#amc tvl#sam reid#jacob anderson




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well this was fast!
sometimes i think i don’t have a favourite character of everything ive seen, and then i go to random mdzs long fics and ctrl+f for meng yaos name and then reasses my thoughts
Accidentally made a pattern humansona noo
love that your asks are sometimes just “obscure reference to something you said in the tags ages ago” cos its so fucking wild out of context. anyway tell me more about your bob the builder machinery crush im curious
I WAS A CHILD OKAY!! CHILDREN DO WEIRD STUFF!! CHILDREN FALL IN LOVE WITH GIANT TALKING BACKHOES BECAUSE THEY'RE YELLOW AND YELLOW HAPPENED TO BE THAT CHILD'S FAVORITE COLOR AT THE TIME!! I'M HUMAN!!
Lockdown has been amazing for my drinking, now I am such a lightweight I can drink 3 cans and be slightly drunk
Repetition
A little late to the party but I’ve been drawing some proper The Evil Within things again for a while, so here we are! Art blog: questionartbox [Commission Info] [Ko-Fi] [Available on Society6]
Tessa's takeover:
flowers? check
coffee? check
Bonlook? check Adidas? check Nivea? check
Scott? check
All the essentials, taken care of.
;)
So what happens when I always want more, what happens when people think "oh that was such a nice thing to share" and then they go on with their lives while I'm stuck here yearning for more (and this is the best case scenario), what happens after decades of overcompensating, of being too loud, too dreamy, too childish, too sensitive.
Therapy helps of course. Learning to lower my expectations, learning to stop projecting onto people. Boundaries help, especially the ones I put with myself.
And yet the wanting never really ceases to exist and, with it, the pain. So either I hurt because I open myself or I hurt because I close and guard myself. There is no secret third thing for me, no well earned happy ending and I'm beginning to suspect that searching for it is pointless, another, cleverly disguised, iteration of my bottomless hunger.