It’s you!!!! You’re the one responsible for me losing sleep last night because I forced myself to read all of your Hilson collection!!!! You’re the worm in my brain making me reevaluate my real life over some old men!!! WHAT THE FUCK!
Also thank you I love you never change keep writing
Finally finished the scene in my Hilson fic that was giving me so many problems, which I have affectionately titled "Scary Immunology Intern attempts Wilson-style 'comforting the distressed person,' 14 dead, 36 injured."
Such a fuxkin mood bc I don’t know what the difference between enjoying an activity versus dreading it really is…the only way I can tell the difference is by whether or not I get a stomach ache
Wait wait WAIT
When y’all experience emotions- You are able to know how you are feeling based on an actual ‘feeling’?
It’s not just drawing from context clues?? because the way that I understood it was:
-I am doing an activity I enjoy, I am not experiencing any physical signs of distress, therefore I probably ‘feel’ happy-
But no? Emotional feelings are actual specific feelings? Separate from physicality?
“Identifiable through vibe alone” as my friend so eloquently describes it
Me: *complaining about the loss of the muppets on a large scale*
Mom: *sends me a picture of a crochet hat that looks like a muppet*
Me: *starts crocheting puppets to fill a void in my heart*
Sent my friend my unpublished, unfinished House MD fic and they don’t watch House MD so the fact they asked earnestly me to send them my fic after I talked about it instead of telling me to stfu makes my head swim a little
But then they actually read it and complimented my writing and said that I needed to put it on ao3 because it would get so much love and now I can hardly breathe and all I’ve been thinking about is writing more not just bc writing it would give me satisfaction but because I want them to read it
Like I usually do most of my writing for myself but this fic…it’s for myself and them
Currently pissed at all my friends (you (probably) know who you are) because it wasn’t until I met them that I actually understood what missing a person was.
Genuinely can’t wait to see y’all this summer 🫶🫶🫶
get you a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 who e
E…..ats the word of the lord. Consumes it from their they/them mouthussy
So glad that tumblr doesn’t try to get you to add people based on who is in your contacts bc rn Snapchat keeps trying to get me to add my therapist
get your life together gayboy
I find your post to be kinda silly mate. Might wanna…rethink that…before I……..
You know waht? Forget it 🙅🙅🙅
Sometimes I forget that I’m perceived in a certain way by others
Was watching The Birdcage w my parents (who perceive me as either a straight cis woman or possibly a cis lesbian) and so I forget that saying shit like “goddamn I wish I looked like Robin Williams in this movie” or “lmao so me” whenever Nathan Lane does something faggy is going to get an unpleasant reaction
But also Armand is so fine and I wish I had that much queer swagger but god nerfed me by making me afab and also an incel
The concept of an actual public library in an actual city in the actual United States is mind boggling. Whoever started this account and maintains it is brave and I respect them 🫡🫡🫡