I Got Over It. Like, Mugraine Is Still There, But Whatevs. Life Goes On Regardless, I Refuse To Be A

I'm a PANTHEONIC IRONICIST and a GANGSTA LOGITION. I'm dividing every one, they call me a mathematician.

Surrounded by water cuz I make these hoes so wet, call all the boys to the yard cuz I'm as hard as it gets.

when moots yumeship is too cute so you lowkey have to trap them in a glass jar and observe them 💔

Things that your F/O(s) do(es) NOT hate you for:

being unemployed/barely making money

not having a drivers license yet/being too scared to drive

not having any friends/only having a small group of friends

having no social life/being physically or mentally unable to have a social life

being homeless/having to live with roommates to make ends-meet/still living with your parents

being a virgin/not being that experienced

having been with multiple partners

your past/current trauma

your looks/weight/height

your disability/illness

your bad habits/routines/boundaries

your life

you

*walks on stage slowly. Gets to mic stand and taps my papers on the wood with a grimace. Look out to the murmuring crowd with a grim expression before clearing my throat and leaning in to the mic*

Ehem. Yuck. Eugh.

*the crowd gets louder, the murmurs becoming jeers. I clench my fists and glare at them imploringly as i grab the mic*

Gross, unpleasant even! Suffering? Unfair!

*the crowd begins shouting and tearing at eachother, blood flies and security rush towards me. I shout into the mic as i am dragged away*

Peace was never an option!! Unrest!! Melodies of vile malice play in the heart of each atom!!

*i am aprehended as the crowd decimates eachother. As im dragged offstage the people begin to look more like animals as they stain their teeth with blood. I laugh as my jailers stare ahead unseeingly. My mistress cant ignore this, and i am owed a visit.*

Sleep is a mistress of whom i wish to break, but such a temptress are they.

They whisper sweet nothings to me, sooth my aches while fanning the flames of my anxieties. They whisper of choices and possibilities, they murmer of joys and woes to come. They squeeze my heart till i can no longer breathe, they soften the agony by humming a wordless tune and luring me to the edge of a floating nothingness.

THEN THEY LEAVE ME WANTING AND ENRAGED AT TWO AM AND I HEAR HIDE NOR HARE OF THEM TILL THE NEXT NIGHT.

I set traps, i lay offerings, somenights i get so frustrated, my mind hanging on threads fraying by the second, that i can do naught more than lock the door and wait.

BUT AS I WATCH HELPLESSLY THEY EXPERTLY DISMANTLE MY TRAPS IN SECONDS, COOING AT MY FEEBLE ATTEMPTS. THEY SPARE ONLY A GLANCE AT WHAT PITIFUL OFFERINGS I CAN SCROUNGE TOGETHER, A NEW ADDITION EVERY NIGHT.

They stroll down to me dawning a ghost of a smile, so faint I wonder if it was ever there to begin. They sit next to me and they whisper. They murmer they hum until i am caught pitifully in the fantasy they craft. The guide me to the floor, i rest my head on the rot, i feel it invading my skull. The promises fall from their lips like wool shedding off to reveal coarse fur.

THEN THEY SIMPLY UNLOCK THE DOOR AND I AM LEFT ONLY WITH MISERY AND THEIR AWFUL VISAGE IN THE WIND.

Sometimes I only know who characters are because of my mutuals

“Oh that’s _____! Mutual’s s/o!”

fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.

hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.

hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy

hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it

hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently

hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love

horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho

Im actually kinda proud of this one, hes gaming at what is probably way too late

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

reblog this to let the person you reblogged from know that their f/o love them very much. no matter what their evil brain tells them or meanie weenies on the internet tell them.

fluttercord doodles... one of my first ships ever

found this one in my drafts🙏drawing's been a bit rough lately