I’m Hungry But It’s 1am And I Don’t Want To Wake Up My Parents As I Fumble Around The Kitchen For

Today I learned that my friend has a Tumblr account, and this is a problem because if I ever mention having one, she might ask for it. The problem is that I have mentioned her on my account. The problem is that I really don’t want her knowing what I wrote.

I got a little stuffed animal elephant that I've started carrying around everywhere. He was in my purse at church too, so I told my dad we were converting him to Christianity. My dad looked him over and said "Isn't he a baby?" And when I said yes, my dad said "He doesn't need to be converted. He is without sin." Which was. So cute 😭 And then during dinner, I placed him on the table next to where I sit, and I saw my dad staring at him. "What does he tell you?" I asked. My dad shook his head. "He's mute." And I was like "Oh lore? 👀"

But the point is that he doesn't make fun of me or demean me for caring so much about my stuffed animals. And it's such a blessing that I don't need to worry or even think about hiding that part of myself around him. He's setting a good standard, so if I get married in this life, I need to find a man who'll interact with my interests in a kind and open-minded way. I deserve nothing less.

When will I get to be the sexy villain that lounges on an ornate throne, smirking evilly in a way that makes the protagonist’s mouth go dry as they start to question what they’re willing to risk for a single touch, and at the end I leave my empire to be with the protagonist but I never leave my evil ways behind and they still accept me for it because I want to live in that world

I know it sounds stupid but sometimes fictional characters are so hot that it physically hurts me and I don’t know what to do about that.

Many of my texts to my friends read a lot like Tumblr posts, but I can stop bothering them because I actually have a Tumblr now.

I mostly just want to go to sleep. Also to watch Legally Blonde, but mostly to go to sleep.

There should be a lock button on photo apps so that when I show my conservative parents a picture, they can't accidentally swipe to see all the gay fanart right next to it.

I’m not the best writer, nor am I social, so I don’t really have the best opportunity to learn how to say what I want, and therefore I don’t really know how to explain to my mom why I give up instead of trying my hardest in the last few weeks of school.

My jaw sounds like rice krispies every time I open my mouth, but only on the left.

I have successfully conditioned myself to think of MDZS whenever I hear “When You Come Home” by Mree.