The Only Revenge I Ever Got:

I just followed back my friend on Pinterest and I said something flirty through the Pinterest messaging system, but now that I'm thinking about it, I have no way of knowing if that is the friend I'm thinking of, or if I just flirted with a random stranger who wanted to friend me on Pinterest and has a few of the same fandoms as my friend. Who did I just flirt with.

The one time I ever got caught passing notes in class left me very confused, because it had been reading time and the teacher always let us do our own thing as long as we were quiet, so while she was reading, I gave the girl next to me a note saying that I liked her drawing. She wrote back with another compliment, and we just exchanged them back and forth a few times before the teacher suddenly snapped up the paper and read it. She often read notes out loud to the class, but she didn’t that time, and then she told us to not write notes again. Excuse me, miss, this is READING TIME AND YOU ARE INTERRUPTING THE CLASS BY STOPPING A COMPLIMENT EXCHANGE

one of the problems with having long hair is that when you wake up your hair will be scratching at your neck so you go to move your hair only to find that it’s actually coming from the other side of your head but there is a momentary panic of “where did this hair come from it’s not connected to anything” but no it’s just from the other side it’s fine, chill

No I am definitely not writing a character that’s aromantic so that I can have someone to project on, why would anyone think that that’s a ridiculous notion

I was listening to the Nyan Cat song on Spotify and I kept tuning out so every few seconds I would be like “what is that noise” and then I was like “oh it’s the Nyan Cat song” and then I was like “why is the Nyan Cat song playing” and then I was like “oh wait that’s me”

My anxiety @ other people really be like “Hater until proven otherwise, anything you say or do can and will be taken as an offense and any compliment or kindness will be considered a deception and therefore render you as a suspicious, untrustworthy individual.”

The depth of emotion fantasy can invoke is sometimes overwhelming, especially when coupled with a good soundtrack. Love and hate and fear and peace, longing and comfort, shame and pride, pain and satisfaction, to know it so profoundly through the eyes of words or colors weaved into lies is to know humanity. You’re in physical pain, aching for a world that doesn’t exist, a home you’ve never seen, and a life you’ve never lived. You tremble when something goes horribly wrong, and gasp when something goes amazingly right. You squeal when a relationship works because you know and love them and you know they’ll make each other happy.

They’re not real. They can never exist. But to watch a situation fall apart makes you sob until your core feels empty and you want to curl up and pray that things will be alright. And then to finally feel that victory makes you cry in joy and relief, makes you fall over and laugh as you hug the book close to your chest or clutch the edge of the computer as you lay there for a while to just exist and know what it is to live.

And months later, when you pick it up once more, you can fall in love all over again.

How cool is that?

I JUST REMEMBERED THAT MY COWORKER PAT MY HEAD TODAY AND IT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER

I have never had my head pat before, but I always found the idea endearing, and then she pat my head as she passed by and I just kind of froze and didn’t know what to do and just spluttered for a few seconds because it felt so nice and then she DID IT AGAIN and I thanked her. I sincerely hope I did not weird her out.

Just ate a strawberry and had the flavor still lingering in my mouth. As I walked out of the kitchen I was like, "Woah, that was strawberry flavored!"

I will point out the most obvious things like it’s a novelty.

"Wow, Dad, Uncle looks so much like you!"

"That’s because he's my brother."

"Yeah. And he LOOKS it."

Or

"Wow, *voice actor* really sounds like *character*!"

"He voices him."

"Yeah, and he sounds like him too! :)"

I finished Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo at one this morning, and wow, what a ride. That money was well spent. I will have to bide my time before I can go raid another bookstore.