dealing with myself as a human being feels a lot like being a perpetually exhausted zookeeper tasked with watching a capricious chimp who is always causing trouble and acting out and just making my life hell but once in a while when he’s tranquil i just watch him manipulating an object in his hands and we make eye contact and i understand that in some sense we’re the same
fun aromantic things: coming to terms with the fact that the majority of the people you love and care about will eventually create their own lives revolving around their marriage and/or children and even if you remain a significant part of their social circle your friendship will still just be a side dish to all of that
watching the notes increasing on this post is just a little bit heartbreaking
hey people APPRECIATE YOUR FRIENDS OKAY. don’t let this stuff happen for real.
hello yes i would like to gather up every aro person into a huge cuddle pile and shower them with love and affection and puppies
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
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 