mmnmmmfph....robot exploring your body so so carefully but also so so curiously bc squishy soft humans and all the sensations we can feel that just dont translate to metal

robot that can tell when your heartrate jumps or blood pressure rises/lowers etc etc takes notes and acts accordingly

Robot that knows exactly what makes you tick and feel good and puts you over the edge or just under and mmsmmspdpfhpjh

unfortunately i cannot just be insane about normal popular media, i must be insane about an anthropomorphic platypus and evil scientist from a children's cartoon

I feel like a big appeal of giants is like. okay so irl, I am very overwhelmed by life, family, career, etc. If I was found by a giant, immediately none of that would matter, because I’d suddenly be presented with a new thing to be overwhelmed about that’d make the rest seem not even that bad in comparison.

Like, between them I’d definitely be more terrified of the giant, but my net total amount of Things Currently Stressed Over would be down to one. (The giant). Can’t agonize over my social life or the water bill if I’m currently booking it at Mach 5 from an absolute mountain of a guy.

Oh my god we've never seen Kozlowski and the Interviewer together in person in the present have we

people make fun of once upon a time but having dwarfs be born fully grown from massive eggs and one of them be named “dreamy” because his egg got infiltrated by fairy dust that made him want love, only for him to lose love and change his name to grumpy is like. that is HIGH camp and you all wish you werent too cowardly to get into it.

🌸 i want to cry and throw up i want to go home 🥰🥰🥰 but my dorm is done lol

so called "free thinkers" when they see a button on tumblr dot com the website

au where rita is a swordsman and cage is the cursed sword she wields. au where rita lives alone and cage is the guard dog who sleeps next to her bed. au where rita is a singer and cage is. her lungs

Living my silly little life

(I can barely keep up with a whole day of school, I cant do homework or studying, I can't do most of the stuff you need to do to stay on track in general, I also can't do anything outside of school on school days because I've basically collapsed by the time I'm home.)

Hello darkness, my old friend; a google doc full of words and rapidly growing self doubt that I have to constantly smother with "fuck you, I'm writing for ME!" whenever I feel myself slipping,

Everyone talks about hanging by a thread.

No one mentions how it cuts into your hand.

How the thread soaks up your blood, becoming slippery.

Tightening your grip to hold on, making the cuts deeper.

The thread digging into your wounds making it even more painful to let go.

And when you finally let go, or worse when the thread finally snaps.

The whole experience capped by impact when you hit the ground.

Olive the Other Reindeer 🤝 Transformers (86)

You need to hang onto hope with everything you have because if you give into despair you will only aid those who seek to destroy you

men love to sincerely hold hands at the club and say "maybe I don't feel drunk because of the liquor" this is true. another thing they love saying is "I wouldn't dare make you angry" and "but back then you said I look hot when I'm angry" and "you did look hot then, but I like it more when you're kind". these are all facts about men

I just miss *flirting* and feeling desired

I must not weigh myself. Weighing oneself is the mind-killer. BMI is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my body. I will live in it and be present and feed myself. And when the urge to weigh myself has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see that I don't need to know. Where weighing myself would have been, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

i wish i could say i miss who i was, but thats not true; theres never been a version of me that felt truly human; im an assembly of rotting flesh, stitched together with loose thread and lies; an amalgamation of lives past, all staring through these dulled eyes, searching desperately to be set free; their hands gripping my heart, my throat, tearing out my tongue; an empty puppet grasping for strings that flew away long ago, performing in a show with no role to play; what i would give to stop; to live; to be human.