My friend wasn’t texting me back for three days when she usually only takes two hours at most, so I was getting worried about her and kind of low-key figured well maybe she got tired of you, but then she got in touch and told me that her phone wasn’t working and that she didn’t want me to worry, and then she said that she missed me because she wasn’t able to respond to my texts, and that just made me smile a lot.
Edit: It turns out she wasn’t getting my texts at all, BUT THE POINT STILL STANDS SHE WAS STILL MISSING ME AND I STARTED MISSING HER TOO
I know it sounds stupid but sometimes fictional characters are so hot that it physically hurts me and I don’t know what to do about that.
I mostly just want to go to sleep. Also to watch Legally Blonde, but mostly to go to sleep.
One of my fears is that I'll one day become famous through writing novels, but one well-meaning person is going to try and cancel me for plagiarizing the story idea from online, and then I will have to prove my innocence by revealing both my Wattpad and my Tumblr accounts
Was looking at my face in the mirror after getting a haircut that is similar to my mother's and I was like "Wow I look like my mom. . . And you know I see some of my dad in there too." Like no 😱 You don't say?????
I will point out the most obvious things like it’s a novelty.
"Wow, Dad, Uncle looks so much like you!"
"That’s because he's my brother."
"Yeah. And he LOOKS it."
Or
"Wow, *voice actor* really sounds like *character*!"
"He voices him."
"Yeah, and he sounds like him too! :)"
I had a friend from high school that came out as nonbinary, but I completely forgot to get their number before we graduated. I could just ask their parents to see where they’re at, but I don’t think their parents know that they’re nb? How am I supposed to get their number without outing them? Because they changed their name too and I don’t want to use their dead name.
I cried today at work.
There was a girl who was kind of a new coworker, and I complimented her voice. She was shocked, and thanked me profusely, and told me that she is very insecure about her voice and that it meant a lot to her that I liked it. She said that just yesterday she had been feeling down because of how much she disliked it.
I didn’t cry a lot, but my eyes got watery and a few tears leaked out. I was devastated that she didn’t like her own voice, because I adored it so much and it hurt that she didn’t see the beauty in it. But mostly I cried because of how sincerely she thanked me, and it felt so good to be able to lift her spirits at least a little bit. As I walked away and continued my work, it dawned on me for the first time in my life that perhaps I really am useful, and that I am a good person.
If all I have accomplished by the end of my life is complimenting her, then her reaction alone makes my life worth it.
Miss Privet is such a savage, Dame Devin asked her for a proper introduction and all she said was “Students, Dame Devin” and walked off. What a queen.
Maybe I would actually eat if I didn’t have to change out of my pajamas before going upstairs.
My brother told me he knows my Tumblr and all my other accounts because I use the same username each time, so Big Bro, if you’re reading this:
NERD
Astarion IS Shrek 2
Too much girly (lesbian). Too much whimsy (autism). The world is not capable of holding me. Unfortchy, I'm here anyways lmao off, deal with it.
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