Just Took My Prescription For The First Time In Like Months And Damn Unfortunately

Just found a photo of the exact place I became conscious as a human. Wild finding visual of the place where your first memory is again as an adult.

Like. Woah that place did exist. I lived and breathed there. Insane.

I have come to the painful realization that in order for the spell checker to admit my writing is at least high school senior level, I can’t have blocks of just dialogue in the middle of my WIP.

Anyways brb crying over Sirius and Regulus while relentlessly working to wreck y’all’s hearts over these two. Hurt no comfort.

Every now and then I think I’ve gotten my posts to pretty much exclusively 1-3 fandoms and then out of NOWHERE I get a spam of likes from someone with the word “everypony” in their bio and

after receiving my 200 points of psychic damage

I’m like… yeah I’m still posting to the hellsite. It happens to us all.

It’s a friendly welcome home almost.

(I have extensive brain damage after lurking on here for over a decade)

Tsukishima/Tanaka = most intimidating and protective couple you will ever encounter. God help you if you mess with these two, or anyone they care about. They'll mess you up.

me, at 2am, ranting about my most recent rare pair. UGH (/> n <)/  ‘’ l___l

Starting to feel a little too perceived y’all all have to block me now, it’s the law.

Respectfully I would die if that happened to me.

Or if someone god forbid made it to my fyp recommending my fics.

Absolutely not. I refuse that level of being perceived.

Let me scream into the void and have the void scream back, sure, but someone recording the screams?? Nah. Those screams are for this hellsite and this hellsite only.

I just saw one of my tumblr posts on my fyp that was the biggest jumpscare of my fucking life 😭

Yeah what are you, a cop? Puki doesn’t have to answer you??

have u ever unalived some1?

You can say kill, it's okay. in some indirect way I feel we have all been cause to someone's misery and perhaps, even their deaths. Not just our actions, no, our inaction - our inability to step outside the thin-scope of our sheltered lives and lend a hand to those who must face the brunt of reality. We could be better, we could be holistically-giving, but we aren't; thus we are partially to blame for what happens, as even the smallest shift in sentiment can leave a wake miles wide, yet we do not budge, instead we are comforted by the warmth of our ignorance and willful-obfuscation.

I want my regional accent but the mirroring and aggressive correction my parents used to prevent me developing a “hick” accent is too strong in combination. The agony.

Hyperfocus my beloved welcome back. God this is fantastic. Bye y’all I got SHIT TO DO. I’m gonna get EVERYTHING done. I feel like a GOD.

My blood type? Uhhhh

Red dye 40