Robin is such a beautiful song 🥺

"i cry a lot but i am so productive" "'cause i'm MISERABLE! and nobody even knows!" okay swift you win this round. i enjoy that song

clocking in for another day at the i dont wanna factory

sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me

the people who get to hang out irl with my mutuals are sooo lucky they don't even know. they don't know how lucky they are.

If people were too mean to you when you were growing up, a newborn animal will materialize inside your brain and it’s so so scared and shivering and it will stay there for years. Decades, even. And whenever you say something kind of weird but true to your heart the animal will tell you “Noo! You can’t say that! If you say that, everyone will hate you!”. The animal means well. It’s so so small and everything is so scary for them and it’s just trying to protect you. But listen to me. Listen to me. Whenever this happens, you can’t do what the animal says. You can’t. If you do, you’ll become as scared as the animal. You have to keep saying weird shit. You have to keep doing things the animal wouldn’t approve of. If you do enough things that scare the animal, maybe one day it’ll go to sleep.

streamer es . .

thinking more about authorial insecurity in fiction... it truly is frustrating to me when an author is clearly ashamed of their own premises, or is preemptively responding to imagined criticism. this is where you get a lot of unfunny humor about how stupid genre conventions are and how Unrealistic fantastical/speculative elements are. like ultimately the reason that authors undercut and overexplain their own works is because they're insecure about audience reaction and want to get ahead of the haters by proclaiming that they're Not Cringe. this will not work because I, the ultimate hater, will eventually find them and make one million posts about how much I despise irony poisoning

bro I'm tired of how conducting myself ethically requires constant effort and self-critique. can I succumb to the darkness lurking in the heart of man for a little bit and trust you to redeem me

And in the mall I saw someone I went to school with. I guess this is the day of seeing people I knew from school

1970s sheepskin egg chair and ottoman

"what are your hobbies" being a whore on my blog. publicly breaking down on my blog. cracking jokes on my blog.

The horrors never end, just saw someone who used to bully me at the bus stop :’)

New official Kotoko art from the Milgram app!