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i Love fanfiction

i wore my shitty amazon binder and now the right part of my back hurts. fuck.

oh yeah i bought they both die at the end! im sure it ends with both of them alive!

i think i will spend a few hours making myself in picrews... therapy but for free

Do any of you ever feel this great desire to be near other queer people? Like not necessarily sexually or romantically, just with them. To be next to someone who understands you. To talk to someone just as ‘weird’. To be close to them. To be seen. To be able to be you. Completely. And to be loved for it. To have solidarity and friendship and love, enough to hold off everyone else. To be held and to be seen and loved and understood. To be free…

youtubers love to say “i hope i’m pronouncing that correctly” while recording themselves in a video that they upload to the internet, which they have access to

task manager kill this man

do i shave my hair myself or do i wait for my mom to get me a professional hair person

i am on the train and it is so boring

every so often i get reminder i am an artist and i can just make fucked up portraits of myself see ya in a few hours