I had a friend from high school that came out as nonbinary, but I completely forgot to get their number before we graduated. I could just ask their parents to see where they’re at, but I don’t think their parents know that they’re nb? How am I supposed to get their number without outing them? Because they changed their name too and I don’t want to use their dead name.
really just saw an online book blog say that Frodo was the main character of The Hobbit smh
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! :)"
Kinda wish I had a future to look forward to aside from the game I’m playing, but alas.
I could never be a main character because I'm sensitive and insecure and depressed and I have anxiety and I would simply die after hearing anything mean directed at me even three times.
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?
today’s motivation for getting out of bed: wanting to show my brother an oddly shaped skittle I found
My friend and I were talking about lunch and what snacks we wanted, and I asked if she was allergic to anything. She said “cats” and tbh that was a rather horrifying moment before I realised she didn’t mean for eating.
Imagine a fantasy book where all the characters are autistic and there's a mysterious oracle who only speaks in riddles, but it's not because they're cursed. It's because they're the only neurotypical and no one can understand them because they never say what they mean.
I rewatched Phantom of the Opera today (25th Anniversary) and now I kinda want to write an xReader AU fanfic where Idia is the Phantom. I don't know who Raoul is, but I'm considering Azul. Feeling a little silly, I might just try it.
I was talking to my brother about some of my stuffed animals, and I realised that I unintentionally made them pretty diverse. So far we have
• a lesbian alpaca
• a pyromaniac nonbinary sheep with he/they pronouns
• a gay eldritch abomination disguised as a bear
• an aroace immortal sheep in a constant state of childhood innocence despite its previous canon lore of being known for manipulative tactics (all for good reasons)
• and the ally teddy bear
Too much girly (lesbian). Too much whimsy (autism). The world is not capable of holding me. Unfortchy, I'm here anyways lmao off, deal with it.
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