adam sackler loves to just lay his head in ur lap (possibly burying is face in ur tummy) while u starch his head and just talk to him. hell hun now n then in response but he just loves to hear ur voice and loves it when u ramble and you’re just the best part of his day.

no because that man has the best head of hair to run your fingers through and you know it's one of his love languages ok!!

His head is on your midsection, his palms either at your hips, running along the side of your body, or it's rested below his chin, the other arm angled underneath him in a way that has him completely flat against you. As close as he can be. 

His eyes closed as your fingers run through the strands of his hair, the lull of your voice calming his mind. Making his shit day, all the background noise that has been going on in his head, drown out by the softness of your tone, by the echo of your laugh through your stomach. 

By the scrape of your nails on his scalp, by the mindless stories you tell him about your day. It eases him into something pliant, soft, and calm. He’s not used to this complete calm you give him. That he feels when you’re soothing him like this.

And when you ask him a question, he barely hears it until your fingers stop and he can no longer hear the baritone of your voice from within your diaphragm. Only then does he open his eyes and look up at you. 

His eyes droopy, the slow smile that spreads across his mouth lazy and sappier than anything you’d ever comment on because then he’d swallow it down. Make it fade into some joke or torment of his fingers at your skin, your laugh covering up the fact that he’s completely lost in you. 

But you can see it when he looks up at you. When he rests his chin against your stomach and dismisses your question with one of his own. To keep you talking about you. To keep him lost. To keep feeling that calm. To hold onto the feeling for as long as you’ll let him.

my autistic ass when i would try to explain to my non-autistic writer friends how my ocs don’t just feel like characters/plot devices/narrative tools, they feel like fully fledged people that just live inside my brain who i just have access to for some reason and the stories i write are merely a snapshot into their fully fledged personhood/lives. and that that these feelings don’t mean i’m unaware of my role/agency/responsibility as the writer who has the final say in these characters and how they are written it just means that my writing process feels very intuitive and i can only describe it as “listening” and “getting to know” these people that just live inside my brain in a way that i don’t feel like i can completely elaborate on. and because of this i would actually consider these characters “real” in their own way because the impact and influence they have had on me as a person beyond just my writing is so real and not having them would feel like i’m missing a part of myself 

my boss is leaving work early tomorrow during a very important and stressful day in order to go see beyonce and then is immediately leaving on vacation to barcelona for two weeks while we're literally in tech for the most difficult and temperamental show of the year and i'm extremely pissed off about it but i'm not as pissed off as i should be because our head tech called him Vacation Boy behind his back yesterday and that's soothed the sting some

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i'm going to jackson's concert LMAO

day 2 of what i call the redneck convention aka a family function

ok. so she stayed over until like. 6am. and this is so hard because well i do like her sooo much and we hung out for like. 9 hours. and obviously i can be so normal about that but it’s like. i feel like. i know im meant to know her. but dear god why did it have to be in this capacity. im gonna go insane

transitions and change always make me so stressed. even if its as simple as i need to pack and drive 3hrs back to my apartment which i havent been to in 3wks and its been empty for that long so idk if anyrhinghappened or if its dusty or there are bugs it stresses me out that im not there. even tho i want to go back bc its my safe place even tho i will also feel really depressed being alone but i also do not feel good where i am now and everything going on w family. but i am also not used to being back there and i have to pack and unpack and i hate that. i hate change. also hate living the same day over and over so i will probably feel depressed once im alone and have no routine but i will build a routine for myself 👍

augh i just can't stop thinking about itttt

Why are men like this

yall omg i have something to talk about !!

Pool IV. Someone stop the Men from renting all these different pools

I think I might be having a hard time yall lmao

HAD A DREAM ABT SANS!!!!!!!! i dreamt that i did something i thoughtd make him happy (i think clean his room?) but he ended up getting really upset with me. then he felt bad about getting mad at me and apologized ^_^

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my mom is a fucking monster and i hate her so much