Sensitive souls don’t have it easy in this cruel world. They feel like their souls are getting trampled on in so many ways. That’s why you see their eyes light up when they can caress a face or an animal, or breathe in the scent of a flower.
i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road
I just really love how video games help you discover things about yourself that, under normal circumstances, you’d probably never find out.
Things like, oh shit, you totally have a voice kink; your preference for ranged weaponry so you can nope the fuck out when the situation goes downhill; and the shocking realization that you’d totally go to pound town with a whole host of vaguely human beings, including, but not limited to: aliens, ghouls, robots, and giant horned hominids.
the truth
me, sitting in my room drowning in rubbish, staring at one spot and not doing anything just feeling numb and lowkey suicidal: what if i faked being mentally ill
When people say they remember their childhood perfectly and not in bits and pieces with mostly a black void of nothingness like me
?? hoW in th e fuk ???
how can u not remember ur childhood u were?? literally there for the whole thing???
its trauma and mental illness rachel
me too
spring in the middle of february and i don’t know how to feel
One of the more singular fic-reading experiences: it has your otp, and interesting concepts, and the writing is solid, and the characters are not how you see them but close enough and interesting, and there’s no real problem except you completely disagree with the underlying philosophy
just moving along like everyone else 