Unsociallmothball - I’m A Bit Weird

i always say i want to go home but i am at home, in my house. but i guess home isnt a place, its a feeling.

I like how the only times I go on tumblr is to recover from books that mentally destroyed me

Someone better tell me my beauty never ever scared them or I’m suing

dear author of my life,

respectively, what the actual fuck

me: *finishes a book*

me: it's time to go on tumblr and reblog every post about the book

Bruh there's something comforting in knowing that no matter what I do or where I am, some part of me is always back here or back there with those characters and those stories that changed me, sometimes in small ways, sometimes in fundamental ways. And I know it's not real, but it's nice to imagine, to feel, that no matter what's going on with me, somewhere out there teenage boys in armor are chasing things that go bump in the night and two kids are experiencing a love story on the streets of New York and princesses and kings are sleeping underground while a group of friends are becoming family, orange cars are driving the streets, Spiderman is off to school, horses are being raised and raced by another love story on a faraway Celtic isle, and adventures are happening even if I'm not there to see them. But man is my heart out there with them

friends

other things that have been censored on the cdc website by the trump administration are included but not limited to:

guidelines for prep

guide to taking patient sexual history

sti treatment guidelines

the CDC Youth Risk Behavior Survey Data Summary & Trends Report

a health education analysis tool

reports on queer youth

reports on substance abuse

a 2025 report on health equity for intersex people

intimate partner violence prevention resources

sexual violence violence prevention resources

a cdc national partner violence survey

again, all of those things are being archived here. you can read them and share them. in fact we should talk about them even more than we wouldve before- make this counterproductive for them

This world will never be enough for me. I'll never get to lead an army into battle and drink to our victory. I'm never gonna be the first wanderer to map the skies and lands of an unknown world. But, gods, will I try to. My mind is one of an explorer, a wild soul that cannot be tamed, but can be lost in books, music and poetry. A spirit that is kept alive thanks to the beauty of nature, whose eyes are filled with stars. Such a soul knows no death. I have roamed the Earth since the begging of time, searching for that spark of excitement that will ignite a fire. I have had millenia to adore what I am and what I've conquered and learned, but it will never be enough. I don't want it to be enough. An explorer with no places to go, or no hope to drive them, is dead. Thus, I have given myself to immortality.

I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.