AAAAAAAAHHHHH

*sits u down and shines a bright light in your face*

Do you actually have a hard time differentiating platonic and romantic feelings or are you hopelessly lost in your feelings for the one person in your life you can’t bear to lose right now? Is the idea of rejection equally as crushing as the idea of having to live with unspoken words? Is rejection really that bad? Or is the yearning the worst part? How can you live with this, and how far are you willing to run away from yourself? Is the person you’re “confused” about worth the phantom pains in your chest? Why do you do this to yourself? Is this better somehow?

Use tumblr like a diary, paper and ink costs money but going to your local library and using their internet is free

quit your job. you need to spend more time making posts that are a little too honest and personal & potentially embarassing yourself on tumblr

I have a project that determines if I graduate with honors due in 3(?) days and it isn’t finished but my brain decided to hyper focus on writing self indulgent SVU fanfiction which is funny because I haven’t actually engaged in writing for weeks but yesterday I wrote 5k words about a ship I didn’t even ship until I had a prophetic dream about it

I will not admit what the ship is unless someone asks (it is mlm if that helps or hinders you)

I spent the past 2 weeks in a feverish depressed state I haven’t felt since before I started medication and over the past few days that has been cured by the following (in no particular order):

1) Tomadachi for the switch being announced

2) The Crane Wives tour that I got tickets for

3) Hilson content on my dash (I’m not even that serious about House MD)

4) Seeing my friends :)

5) Will Wood and the Tapeworms Tour

6) Getting into my dream grad school with a partial scholarship

7) Visibly Queer Androgynous Baddie called me hot

Thank u that is all :)

Being an ugly girl with a crush feels like being a sex offender

“Run!” I cried, cryingly! “It’s Geoff the Killer!”

“That’s right,” The pale freak snarled, brandishing the Knife, “And I’m going to— wait did you just spell my name ‘Geoff’ what the hell is wrong with you”

10000 years ago we were cats purring next to each other in a patch of sunlight. you dont remember but its fine

Trying to talk to my mom about the fact that I have bipolar disorder and am still coming off a manic episode and an example I used to try and show her that I am currently Not Feeling Normal is that I went from being a cunt that needs a nap if I don’t get at least 10 hours of sleep to being wired and completely fine after spending 2.5 weeks only getting 4 hours or less of sleep per night

She deadass looked into my autistic eyes and said that’s because my iron levels are (theoretically) leveling out after several years of dealing an bad iron deficiency “so now I have the energy of a normal person”

This feels like when a person comes out as bisexual or nonbinary and their parent is like “well everyone feels that way, you’re not queer”

I can’t stop thinking about this fic I reread it 3 times in the past week it is crippling me so you should 100% read it pleasepleasepleaseplease

I need you to stop whatever the fuck you're doing and read this

It is going to change your fucking life btw and you're welcome

Ayo House MD fans I need help w something

Lowkey thinking about writing a College AU where House and Wilson are professors and I cannot for the life of me figure out what I want them to be specialized in

I don’t wanna do any STEM majors cause I don’t know shit about that so I’m thinking somewhere in the humanities but I’m struggling to pick for them

Send help, ideas, and perchance a bullet to the head idk 🤷