hot summer nights, mid july 🎆

the demons (my best friend) are hard at work trying to get me to read the six of crows duology and if stranger things is pushed back to 2025 i fear for what will become of my byler hyperfixation

Idk if someone did this but

"If I make you hate me, will you still love me? Or would you think that I am really ugly?"

Would you hate me forever?? Or would you put that shizz in a blender?? - eUë

location: winnie & phyllis apartment.

starter for: @ghostgirlgeist

"no, no, no!" Winnie growled as she absolutely teared her bedroom apart. Clothes and bedsheets were strewn together on the floor from Winnie pulling everything out of her closet to every single drawer she owned. Now her mattress was flipped up against the wall as the wolf clattered on the floor searching through piles of junk and trinkets. "I can't find it!" her voice was desperate teetering on frustration. how could she lose track of it? something that meant so much to her? she was just lucky she hadn't put a hole in the wall for how frantic she was throwing assorted objects around the room. winnie had never been great at controlling her strength, especially in her human form. warm tears began to well up in her eyes as she sat in silence, pulling her knees up to her chest as quick panicked breaths escaped her. It wasn't until she looked up and noticed Phyllis floating there that she began trying to hastily wipe away her tears with the sleeves of her flannel jacket. "oh, hey." was all the wolf could muster, the embarrassment already kicking in.

Being perceived is terrifying. How can people cope with this? Will you still love me even after you saw everything there is to see?

big boobs??? (respectfully)

no boobies but i have ass & thighs 🥺

will you still find me attractive when i step out of the shower only wearing water bear slippers ?

lord forgive me for what i must yabba dabba do

please hurry and crawl into my chest cavity, i think i’m loosing you.

bury your roots and plant your seeds, i need you to blossom alongside me

maya angelou saying the funniest thing anyone has ever said about editing, which i can never let myself forget EVER AGAIN [x]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

girl who needs to ask for reassurance would rather be stabbed than admit they have needs

GIRL GENDER FUNNY‼️ POST MADE BY MOST FEMININE HE/THEY SHUT UP‼️

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

Mr D insisting that Percy's name is Peter and immediately afterwards yelling at the demigods to get the hell out of the camp I LOVE THIS GOD

"But if college was free, then people would abuse that and get useless degrees" hell yeah I would! If I could go to college without debt I would make it my job to get a degree in every little thing that interested me. I'd get a doctorate in film studies. I'd have a bachelor's degree for every science I like. I'd try to learn at least 5 languages with varying results. I would learn something "useful" like coding and then follow it up with a ""useless"" degree like art history. I'd be the world record speed run holder for getting every degree possible.

But I can't afford college without going into massive debt, so instead I spent the last 5 years trying to figure out what I am passionate enough about to consider going into debt over, because unfortunately being passionate about everything is extremely expensive to pursue.