Went to a zine fest and took a picture of a bumper sticker that said “honk if you love old man yaoi” so I could show it to my friend and as I was trying to text her a picture of it SHE SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE BUMPER STICKER and the caption was “this you?”
hyperfixation so bad people associate it me with it
I hate finding patterns in my own writing bc what do you MEAN I have 3 different WIPs with scenes where person A has an “oh. Oh” moment about being in love w person B while talking to a therapist????
And once something with that type of scene gets published (either on ao3 or professionally) I CAN’T USE IT ANYMORE
This is one of many examples of writing super hell
I went to an independent bookstore that was built in an old theater and I think about it at least once a week. The mezzanine was turned into a used books section. There were alcoves dedicated to classic authors, some sharing space with others while other authors had their own sections (Shakespeare being one of them).
They had local author events and carts full of books you could get a dollar each (as long as you bought the 12 dollar tote bag to put them in) (which is incredibly reasonable don’t get it twisted).
I wish I could go back there every day but it was in ANOTHER STATE so now I can only smell those old books and drink that frozen hot chocolate in my dreams.
Here's your daily reminder that bookstores keep the love of reading alive — but they also keep neighborhoods beautiful. They are places to gather, to celebrate stories, to find community.
Please do your holiday shopping at your local independent bookstore, if you are lucky enough to still have one.
I haven’t kept up with the MCU since Moonknight and this is how I found out Bucky Barnes is a fucking senator or some shit I hate it here
i'm so glad i don't care about the mcu anymore because when i was 16 if bucky barnes became a politician it might've been the last straw in my miserable life
Season 9 - “The H Word”
Manic episode has taken on a new phase in which I have taken on the terrible parts of the fictional characters I have been hyperfixated on and now Icannot stop making strange jokes, laughing crudely, or having lustful thoughts about those around me
Imagine if this were like those prankster jelly beans and the flavor isn’t something like strawberry or blue raspberry and instead it’s cum
People that don’t pick at their skin and recommend these “picking toys” won’t get it when I say that the satisfaction that comes from picking isn’t the act of removal, the satisfaction come from the feeling of ripping my skin apart bit by bit
I'm not gonna sugarcoat it!!!
you are beautiful kind funny AND smart
it's frankly absurd.