just put laundry in the washer. there better not be any wet laundry after this

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

they are swimming around ur blog

guy with an interest in people

If you guys were on here at 11 years old what would you be posting about

Nobody in this game has any chill

Laios you have to stop. You eat too good. Your swag too different. Your tits are too fat. they’ll kill you

[ID: a low-quality picture of Nozaki Umetarou standing with one hand on his hip, with a glittery pink caption that reads, "Sparkle On! It's Wednesday! Don't Forget To Be Yourself!" There are sparkles, butterflies, and hearts edited around him, and a pink vignette. End ID]

the main reason i want a dick is so i can do some insane shit to it. whacking that thing with a mallet. and so forth

they call me mr propaganda because i prop men up and have a ganda at their pretty eyes while i kiss them sweetly. is that anything .

I just realized my sona design phenomentally increases the potential for silly visual jokes, so excuse me for a second as I churn out bad pun after pun for the next 5 weeks

The video camera is plugged into the VCR, allowing it to record itself being poked and prodded.

GIF’d version of Vide-Uhhh! (2005)

my ocs are constantly battling for attention

i am the biggest hater when it comes to hating. you cant just say whatever shit you want and pass it off as hating. put some feeling in or die.

letterboxd is fun bc you can read the reviews for a divisive movie and decide which side is the better one without even seeing the actual movie. for instance, the people who make bad reviews for skinamarink are all lame as fuck, so now i'n giving it five stars.