Unfamiliar Reflection

PPLEASE THIS IS WHY I HATE SUMMER UP HERE WHY ARE THERE OS MANY SPIDERS AND WHY DO THEY ALL WANNA COME UP ON MY BED

damn it’s kind of crazy how once again I am being forced out of the thing that I helped create -> smth smth the cycle keeps spinning where the original purpose of a thing has been reinvented to the point of vacancy

sometimes i remember how i bought someone a whole ass comm for their birthday and that same person didn’t even say happy bday to me </3 choose friends wisely my guys

I really want to have someone in my area be a friend or a boyfriend to me. The interest isn’t the safest place ofc but I’m so fucking lonely dude, this isn’t fair.

I just want to hug and cuddle someone.

I don’t know what to do with these so here have them all at once 

Best friend to best friend communication (w/ @3boodr)

i'm not really feeling like myself today

My 1987 loving self is so happy seeing their room set up like this again <3

mayb i’ll post my boosters here too

Aiden and Ben were moving.

None of them really knew where, but they know that this hangout would be the last time they see eachother. It felt unreal, the simple fact of how none of them knew the next time they'll be able to meet. Maybe in a month, maybe in a year.

The hangout was fun, it was like all of their other hangouts. It was like nothing was wrong, like nothings going to change. At the end was when the tears started to flow. The cousins were leaving early in the morning, so none of them would get a chance to say goodbye.

Ashlyn despised physical contact with people. She hated the way it made her skin crawl and how people would do it without asking her first. But this time, she clung onto Aiden almost as if she let go he would disappear. As embarrassing as it is to admit, she was crying. They all were. They knew that the group would never be the same again, not without their presence. The group will no longer be complete.

After they all said their goodbyes, Ashlyn stayed up in her room, not saying a word. They were really gone. No more of Aiden's bad jokes and no more of Ben's baking. Sobs shook her body, as the realization finally set in.

They were gone and she's never felt more alone

this kink is so stupid im torn between posting like “please i just want to be loved and feel special i wish i was sick so someone would care for me” or “what if a guy being humiliated by wearing a too-short skirt had to sneeze but they couldnt cover bc their hands were too busy trying to keep the fabric in place” So im posting both. heres both.

the way ppl look down on oc & self-insert writing so casually is so trashy. like i was just looking at this poll “how messed up your taste in fanfic is” and it was “you read self-insert writing unironically” or something along the lines of it. like maybe it was a joke but idk and it just makes me so ??? bc i see ppl bashing writers/readers of self-insert fanfic on tik tok and twt all the time too and it’s so mean lol. nobody can just let ppl be happy without having something nasty to say ab it.

more harm than good

alt ver. under the cut

a piece about the incongruence of existing in an autistic way, while also struggling to connect to reality as part of a system/the blurryness that can accompany systemhood

ramble under cut:

I was reading Jack’s journal from a couple of days ago, before writing mine. he knew this week would be weird, I think he could feel the burnout too. i wish he was nearby, I miss everyone a lot. but tomorrow I get to get high with noct and have a good time, and I have therapy on Wednesday, so I know it’ll be ok :)