Cant Believe Im A Real Person What The Hell. The Good Lord Will Just Make Anybbody

sometimes making tea is less about drinking it and more about it keeping you company

Maybe I don’t have anxiety. Maybe I’m so scared all the time on account of it all being so scary.

i think you can be 40 and have a coming of age narrative

[ABOUT ME]

🌹They/Them. Adult. Bisexual. Queer. Pagan.

🌹Disabled spoonie. DID System (Traumagenic). Maladaptive daydreamer with CPTSD and social anxiety. Please, do not tap the glass! Creature running this blog is easily frightened.

🌹 Nocturnal cryptid who hates the sun. In love with the stars. Is 100% that person who does things according to the moon phase and sleeps with crystals and stuffies in my bed.

🌹 Fueled by caffeine. Filthy fanfic writer and occasional artist. Collector of tea cups, tea pots, and coffee mugs. Lover of strange and unusual things. Semi-professional card reader & astrologer. I like cooking new things and yapping with friends. In my villain era and couldn't give a fuck. Insomniac. Most likely to get the grippy sock treatment from my therapist one day.

🌹 Sometimes I play games. Currently into Minecraft but I play other cozy games like Animal Crossing, Web Fishing, Pokémon, and a lot of dating sims.

🌹 Would do a barrel roll into a faery circle if it meant escaping capitalism.

[ABOUT THIS BLOG]

🌹 A catalogue of my mental breakdowns probably. You've been warned. I'm serious.

🌹 Reblogging things that I like!

🌹 Still trying to figure this blog out, honestly.

🌹 Basic DNIs. Minors do not interact. No thinspo/ana blogs. No fat phobic blogs, we celebrate all body types in this house. Radfems and Nazis kys. Porn & blank blogs will be blocked on sight.

🌹 DMs are open. May not respond immediately though. My social spoons fluctuate between 0 to 100 depending.

[TAGGING SYSTEM]

#syn is talking to herself

Just me yapping about things. Could be long rants or short thoughts.

adults disciplining children: i think i will communicate with this brand new human in the loudest, rudest, most obnoxious and socially off-putting way possible

Imagine unexpectedly popping up in Valhalla with your pants around your ankles because just half a minute ago you were taking a shit so bad that the Viking gods decided that it should count as dying in battle.