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ngl a lot of my posts are probably cringe but eh i don’t wanna fight that battle rn

in this house we don’t get hung up on past actions

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what does this mean

cows 4eva?

one of my friends got in a wreck (not caused by her dw) and she’s okay but she took a BeReal of it and that’s the funniest thing to me. Call it girlhood, being Gen Z, whatever it is it’s great.

It was truly time to ‘be real’ and her car was quite literally smushed.

in middle school i had a friend who liked to smell my hair. most of my friend group agreed that my hair smelled good? (which was actually a nice compliment in a kind of weird way)

anyway, the one who liked to smell my hair would mess around with it, usually behind me. i turned around once and she had the end of my braid in her mouth.

it was very wet.

:,D ✨middle school✨

sometimes i freak out and wonder if a random acquaintance i know who i don’t know that well in person but is online and who doesn’t know i have a tumblr has seen any of my posts

sometimes, i can’t figure out if some users are bots.

but then i get a message like this and am like oh yeah no that’s definitely a bot.

i’m just so confused at this point what 😭

you wanna know what’s weird?

nothing. because literally everything and everyone is weird and normalcy is a standard that doesn’t exist but some try to attain anyway because they feel the need to be viewed pleasantly by society. society doesn’t wanna recognize that there is no such thing as normal because everyone wants to present well and being weird is not seen as presenting well. which i clearly think is stupid.

we are all just in different stages of weird so please love yourself no matter what stage you’re in <3

wanna know what’s scary?

me too.

just kidding i’m scared of everything.

every compliment i get from a female on what i’m wearing just kinda lives rent-free in my head until my memory fails me.

last week, a girl complimented me on my sweatpants. i will now forever think of her whenever i wear them and smile about it.

in conclusion i love women.

any ethereal being must have evolved to be women. or at least women were designed off of said being. i will stand by it.

my attraction boxes are like a square and there is male and female but there is also masculine and feminine and the catch is all the boxes are moving like tetris so i can be attracted to anyone at any given time

-_- flirting is so hard tbh. like darling i’m TRYING to rizz you up here.

on another note though i have the vocabulary of an british gentlemen having his brain being slowly wiped with a damp cloth by gen z.

the best thing about having a tumblr is i make most of my posts when it’s like 3am and so i forget what i’ve posted until i come back and look at it.

but have you really lived if you have never “SUGAR RUSHA SUGAR RUSHA SUGAR RUSH SHA SHAAAAAAA”d?

putting little tedious fucking hearts on my nails has made me realize that all hearts are beautiful even if they’re a little misshapen or blobby.

the nerves in my body are goin SPARKY SPARKY BOOM u n p r o v o k e d

*shouts into the void* HELLO?????

A: i am now part of the walls, i have succumbed to the eager greed of carpentry, and am now lost forever. B: you locked yourself in the pantry for five minutes.

if i could go back in time i’d go back to a couple specific people, look em dead in the eyes and go “i lived bitch. and i loved.” *middle finger as i slowly disintegrate back into my own time*

throwback to that one time.

sometimes i forget that i have one (1) friend that KNOWS who i am and can see all my posts on tumblr. they’re keeping me in check so i don’t go batshit crazy.

those who make super aesthetic blogs dedicated to one theme have my admiration. i tried to do that for a little bit. but honestly i am not a one themed person so i am enthusiastically giving up on this one theme thing, and that’s okay. enjoy my chaos.

i would say i’m a writer with a chaotic side, but i’m actually just chaos with a writer side.

Do any other writers out there not know where to start when they have created full lives for their characters? I make a starting place, write a little, figure out my characters, and then second-guess where I’m supposed to start. Like do I want to give flashbacks for the needed information or do I start nearer to childhood. Do I start right before the one scene I’ve been dreaming about writing, or do I lead up to it? Do I start where they meet as kids, and then skip to where they’re older? Do I make a prologue. As an indecisive person writing is hard because of all the choices I have to make. (Who to traumatize, who to baby, ect.,).

it’s like I’m making a complicated movie for my characters. and I have to choose a good opening shot but the problem is that there are too many options.

reblog if you write fanfic and you would die of happiness and then become instant best friends with anyone who crashed into your DMs to talk about your fics