how many names does a girl need?

no, but actually, this I’m bad at this

hitting writing block while writing something ur excited to write is SOOOO frustrating

Someone needs to tie me to my laptop and force me to write

Absolutely love that every clone still working with the Empire that Crosshair has a mission with all go AWOL immediately after interacting with him. It draws him unwanted attention from the Admiral because it looks like he’s the key in the other clones getting radicalized and leaving to fight against the Empire instead of for them, but really it’s just because Crosshair doesn’t hesitate when they do to follow a clearly despicable order, clarifying that the Empire really isn’t the Republic they all fought for and that it isn’t peace they’re maintaining.

He’s not some rebel or otherwise, he just makes such shitty decisions that the other clones are like oh yeah the Empire is fucked up im out. That’s so fucking funny to me, actually.

I’m sorry but why am I always the one who has to make the plans when it comes to hanging out with friends? Not to sound like a bitch but I’m literally the only one who makes any effort to reach out and plan something with my friends and lately it’s been kinda draining and lonely. Why am I always the one who has to put in the effort? Why am I the one who has to suggest that we hang out? Like I’m always the one who texts first and asks to see them and it’s never the other way around, ever. If I don’t ask for us to hang out then we don’t hang out.

I know I’m nobody’s first choice, but is it too much to ask to be a choice at all?

once again sorry to everyone for bringing this to your dashboards. but some of you are like, genuinely delirious. not even in a funny way. & i hope you die. i hope we both die. hand in unlovable hand etc etc

no one except me should be allowed to touch childhood friends to lovers tropes ever

i simply feel that if you burn shit in your roommate’s skillet you should then feel the obligation to be the one who scrapes it out and cleans up

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and i lie mentally to make myself feel better but that just bites me in the ass oughhh

I can’t breathe out of my nose help me I don’t wanna be a mouthbreather

Everyone talking about High Honor and Low Honor Arthur Morgan on my dash and I love it. So I’m gonna contribute my opinion too.

There isn’t much difference between them, they’re both pieces of work, they’re both someone you don’t wanna piss off. They’re the same person. The only difference is one will rob your corpse and the other won’t. It doesn’t matter if you’re still dead.

when you have brain fog issues and fatigue issues and when you learn that brains take a catastrophic amount of energy to work and when you think why have I been so tired and you remember that the world is in a state of crisis and genocides are happening and your country is proving itself once again to have no respect or acknowledgement whatsoever for 60,000 years of sovereign claim on the territory you live on because its full of racist colonial wankers and you’ve been evicted and there is so much to do and so much to throw out and dispose of in responsible fashion and you’re getting older and the world isn’t getting better and you have so little control and you’ve been thinking about this of course you’ve been thinking about it because if you can’t help then you can witness but the thing is using energy makes you sicker and witnessing uses so much energy and the algorithms are designed not to be efficient for brain energy they’re designed to use you as the product so that you witness ads as well as bad news so so much bad news so you witness so many ads and so you’re wondering why you’re so goddamn tired

Being sick sucks actually. I cant read because my head and eyes hurt. I cant play games because my head and eyes hurt. I cant write because my head and eyes hurt. I have to sit in darkness because my head and eyes hurt. I can barely be on my phone because my head and eyes hurt

what’s really embarrassing is my roommate on the phone with his mom saying “yeah i’ve been getting really sloppy i haven’t cleaned in a week it’s terrible” and my side of the room is just like that. all of the time. and i feel guilty but he also hasn’t ever said anything to my face he moved my stuff some at the beginning of the year but has never talked to me about it and i’m also so fucking ill that i just cant really handle adding that to my list while trying to also not fail school. so here i am being a terrible person i guess. did i tell you guys about turtle-person. have i showed my bracelets. i’m gonna go to sleep but in the morning i need to show my bracelets

when jane dies, the government recovers her body without anyone’s knowledge in order to study it and do their own experiments. she had a funeral, was lowered into the ground, but no one knew she wasn’t in the coffin. her body was removed in the morgue and replaced with a fake, just like will’s. pieces of her are sent out to various facilities, her organs, eyes, brain, etc are separated for research purposes. overtime, pieces of her get lost in transfers, small fragments like a tooth or strands of hair, but all still janessa ives. even in death she can’t be left alone. after about six months, sam owens discovers the truth of what happened to her body, and always a big advocator for jane to live a normal life, does his best to track down what remains of her body. in the process, he, and his people succeed in shutting down some of the facilities that illegally claimed possession of her. within a few months he salvages as much of her as he can; it’s not everything, but it’s majority of what’s left. he does tell those who were closest to jane, so they can have a proper burial. she’s instead buried in a mausoleum, both out of respect for what she did in her life, and a further layer of protection for her in the afterlife.