yeah. especially her.
YALL THOUGHT I WAS TAKING A BREAK FROM POSTING ABOUT HER?? NAH I CAN BE DEPRESSED AND IN LOVE AT THE SAME TIME BITCH
no none of y'all are safe, especially me
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
i mean kind of. boston is insane
fascinating assumption
god i just want to kiss her so bad
i want her to kiss me on the way out of our shared apartment in berkley before she grabs her coffee and keys and walks out the door to her job at the uc berkeley oceanography institute. then at her lunch break, she texts me a photo of the lunch i packed her and a selfie of her doing kissy lips and saying "thank you for the lunch, my love" and i'll send her a selfie back and say "of course! love you! can't wait for our date tonight, you booked the dog sitter, right?" and she'll say "oh shit i forgot" and i'll say "babe im just kidding, the downstairs neighbors said they'd watch luna, remember?" and she'd send back the sighing emoji and then say "i gotta run, see you tonight!" with a red heart emoji
hi. im a generic depressed trans emo teen so i figured id start by trauma dumping.
my diagnoses are OCD, generalized depressive disorder, major depressive disorder, social anxiety disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, ADHD and dermatillomania (skin picking).
ive been hospitalized twice for suicidal ideation and self harm, and i was bullied pretty bad in middle school (i mean who wasnt).
im a freshman and i usually use they/he, but today i'm feeling neopronouns so i'm gonna go ey/em/eirs.
im AFAB but dont use that against me. my deadname is actually really pretty so im gonna share it (but also dont use that against me). my deadname is Wylie (why-lee) and its cute as fuck.
i would say that i'm an artist, i paint a lot. maybe someday i'll put one of my paintings up here but for now... no. i also do a fair amount of poetry (like any good emo)
i think thats a good intro to me as a person... so bye!
tell my why i got up at 5:45am just to do homeworkkkkkkkkk
i have literally no energy left and i feel like im gonna die if i get up off the couch i legitamately think i might die if i leave the couch and my mom keeps telling me that i just "need to get up and finish cleaning" and that i "dont understand the consequences of not finishing the cleaning" and i have literally told her that i think im gonna die if i get up and she just walked away and went "ARGH" and it feels like shit and i cant control my feelings. all i want to do is watch tv. is it really that bad? y'all spend WAY more time on screens than me and y'all are about the same level of fine as me (if not much better) what does it matter if i watch tv for 4 hours if the alternative is mental agony?
i legitimately think she would like this
walking around holding her hand as she rants about how the plaques are too dumbed down and inaccurate, laughing at me for being amazed at a fish shes seen up close millions of times and me splashing water on her at the touch tank after she makes a rude joke about the kid in front of us and then sitting down next to the sharks and having a little snack while we look up at the sharks and having her explain to me the different evolutionary advantages of a certain shark's stripes or dots that are barely visible to the human eye
not to sound like a whore, but can we go to an aquarium date?