My current plan to recover from my mental and emotional existence is to just go so deep into being insane that I'll come out sane on the other side. Being a chronic people pleaser plagued with impostor syndrome stretched me too thin, and that leash simply snapped and I am now a completely untethered, unapologetic vermin.
Fuck having impostor syndrome, if I'm not entitled to be here they should've barred the doors better. If I'm doing everything wrong because of imaginary rules that nobody told me about, that's their problem, you should have made your confusing system more idiot-proof.
I'm not here to please everyone and do everything right. I'm here to make bad art, chew on furniture, make people laugh, cook awful food and look at pretty landscapes, and piss off the people who don't want me to exist. If I have an unseen infinite debt somewhere that I can never pay back, I'm going to keep running that tab until I die. I'm alive purely because the universe is shit at pest control.
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im like... once spilt cup of tea away from chopping my hair off, running into the forest naked, eating raw meat off the bone and becoming an urban legend who bites your toes off at night if you chant my name three times in the mirror
Diversity win! You got killed by a nonbinary person using they/them pronouns
I uh… I’m sorry to bother you again. I’m probably making a pest of myself, but I don’t think I caught your pronouns? Sorry, it’s just in my line of work, I always try to know everything about everyone, you know how it is.
Oh, they/them? Oh you’re nonbinary? Fantastic. Wonderful. You know, that is the neatest thing, because my… wife’s brother’s friend is nonbinary. Crazy small world we live in, huh? That’s just wonderful. Sorry if I’m bothering you, but that’s just really interesting to me because… aw now there, ya see? I’m getting caught up in these little meaningless details again. My wife says I think too much, but it’s the weirdest coincidence.
Because I was talking with my friend down in the evidence department, and do you know what they found at the scene of the crime? One of those little enamel pins, y’know? The ones with the pronouns on ‘em? And this one said “they/them”. Not too unlike that pin you have on your tote bag right now. What a coincidence, huh? Must have fallen off from someone at the scene of the crime, because you know the victim was he/they. Couldn’t have been his, huh?
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i have to do everything myself around here
I love you I don't need a ring to Prove that you're worthy You're under my skin It's easy I don't need a lock to Prove that you trust me I walk the walk
To be with you Just to be with you Oh, to be with you Just to be with you
Save your first and last dance for me I don't need a white wedding Save your first and last born for me We don't need a white wedding All the girls I loved before Told me they signed up for more Save your first and last chance for me 'Cause I don't want a white wedding
they've been sitting or lying down for so many of the past episodes that I forgot how FUCKING tall Richie is compared to Eddie. I have to keep boxing his head out of panels like this