sorry that its been a week since I’ve replied to your message. I was held captive by the 20 something urge to do both everything and nothing in life.

i think i’ve always wished for a group of friends to make memories with. now that i’m an adult i fear i’ve lost my chance. what if i never find the place i belong?

how do i know you're still a student?

me, standing at the checkout counter with an energy drink and a breakfast cereal: trust me, you won't go wrong.

✧this is the vibe for summer 2024… if u get it u get it

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Treating me like a baby because I'm 24 years old and younger than you is laughable and exhausting. I have complex trauma, grew up autistic queer and physically disabled, didn't have parents, and ended up homeless. You probably haven't done 1/16 of the work I have already accomplished by this age. Maybe take a seat when I take the floor and don't just stand there asserting yourself. I'm also a grownup. A number of years alive can be spent mostly or completely idly, and lots of people do that, but I'm not one of them. I have never been that person.

Sorry you sucked when you were 24, but you're not talking to yourself at age 24. You're talking to me, an entirely different living thing with separate consciousness and experiences and processes, at age 24.

3 year olds learn to separate themselves from others by that age, so it really makes me sad that a lot of people still behave as if they never learned to do that. I'm confident a lot of people haven't, but I'm even more confident that there's more people that have, but aren't even consciously making decisions...because human emotions function a lot like a mycelium network; we can temporarily shut off our conscious decision making. We can dissociate. We can forcibly chop off every growing thought at the root so we don't experience a full spectrum of emotions, don't have to empathize with others, and don't have to know ourselves. You wouldn't believe how many people live this way and swear up left down and sideways they're not just okay, but happy living this way!

If you feel challenged and affronted by me, a young adult, consider the source. The best advice I can give you is before you start wagging your finger at me, lecturing me, or doubling down, consider that I could have access to information that has never crossed your mind at its busiest intersection. Because I'm looking at you that way.

I'm a child, I love cartoons.

I'm old, I crochet.

I'm a child, I hold my pencils in my fist.

I'm old, I'm grown enough to decide to smoke.

I'm a child, I smile in awe and get closer when I see a pretty bug.

I'm old, I cook, I'll wash the dishes later.

I'm a child, I drink chocolate milk and do a little dance.

I'm old, I start my morning with coffee and a balanced breakfast.

I now make real phone calls, talk about documentaries and books I've read.

I then had a phone who answered "HI, how are you" it was pink and made of plastic, I watched Bear Grylls and thought one day I would be like him, I hated to read because my brother was always reading, I pretended to smoke lollipops, I jumped all around, I screamed in awe when saw a bug, I'm always me, little or not, we are the same. I'm only 20.

It's finals week,

I took an Adderall in the morning to quiet my brain enough to do homework.

Around lunch time I called my mom [after my best friend and brother didn't answer].

I needed someone to talk about nothing with.

She stayed on the phone for an hour and a half.

I slipped her crumbs of what my life looks like in college.

Just enough to keep her from wondering but not enough to disappoint her.

She asked me when I went to church last like she always does [she knows I don't go anymore, I don't feel comfortable in a pew].

I talk to her about the things I don't want to bore my friends with [my class project, the leg warmers I knitted, what I had for lunch, how therapy was].

She responds with only excitement [unless I mention boys, or the bars I will go to this weekend].

She talks about the upcoming funeral for my grandpa, where she's been going for work, how little she's slept.

I see her in myself, yet I feel so disconnected.

I am my mothers daughter, I love it as much as I fear it.

i can't wait to be crying for no reason on my birthday this year, just like i do every year. it's tradition at this point

–– sai liuko, “and if you’re the life of the party i am the death”

a comic about different types of storytellers

It’s just me and my emotional support tumblr against the world 🫶🏽

if you’re gonna introduce me to something new you have to defeat my 7 evil ex hyperfixations

i refuse to accept that this is the best years of my life. i am depressed and poor and i read gay fanfics because it's a free treat.

i need to be rich and happy (gay fanfics stays)

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard