My Little Brother, Mohamed, With His Beautiful Blonde Hair And Sweet Demeanor, Lives In Constant Fear

i don’t like the go ahead post anything prompt thing

i find it unsettling and discouraging

like you mean anything?

that’s too muchbpower

very overwhelming, blegh

also yay me, i figured out how to do the italic thingie (whoohoo)

new kendrick good

ngl, making out with someone right now could unironically fix me. even if it’s only for a little bit.

i’m open to volunteers or whatever.

Me Before 'Sweet Vitriol': Harmony Cobel is an absolute trash fire of a woman and I adore her. Me After 'Sweet Vitriol': Harmony Cobel isn't nearly as fucked up as she should be. Give this woman the "Well-Adjusted Adult" award.

meow meow meow meow

I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff

me when the writer’s block paralysis gets off my fucking neck and i’m writing 20+ page chapters of lore about my ocs at 4AM because of the ✨ voices ✨

What I mean when I do not control the hyperfixation.

the default way for things to taste is good. we know this because "tasty" means something tastes good. conversely, from the words "smelly" and "noisy" we can conclude that the default way for things to smell and sound is bad. interestingly there are no corresponding adjectives for the senses of sight and touch. the inescapable conclusion is that the most ordinary object possible is invisible and intangible, produces a hideous cacophony, smells terrible, but tastes delicious. and yet this description matches no object or phenomenon known to science or human experience. so what the fuck

Wait, so you’re telling me today’s the 4th? What’s next, the 5th? The minor fall? The major lift?