My Parents Fucked Up A Couple Of Days Ago And Theyve Been Trying To Buy Back My Affection With Food And

hello tumblr, i am once again debating my career choice and if i even picked my career and future for myself or if i just picked it to have something to my family's name :D

working on something you don't understand without direct help is like playing chess without knowing how to play chess but you know how to play checkers so you're just kinda rolling with that and the person across the table isn't correcting you and you think you're about to win then your opponent takes your queen and now you're back at square one and down a point and still no one is telling you how to play but you just have to keep playing because maybe it'll click eventually

24 hours of insomnia brought to you by my latest manic episode (feat. anxiety, procrastination, and 3 shots of espresso)

best part about being a 4 most of the time is that i know how to clean up into a 9 and then everyone is surprised and i get enough compliments to fuel me for a year

there's this one nice barista at the starbucks my mom and i regular and she's so sweet she keeps using he/him pronouns for me and conversations with her are really nice but i haven't ran into her for a while and i'm a little sad about it :/ like i have tea for her and everything

uuuuh saw the movie, here's some obligatory *muah muah stab stab* fanart❤️🔥💛

me: i don't have a phobia of bugs, that'd be stupid haha

also me: literally cries when a moth touches me and then proceeds to hallucinate visual bugs and the feeling of bugs both in and out of my body for the next hour

guys im like insanely single. stop asking about deadpool and torch and daredevil and whoever the fuck else you guys think i have a thing with. i do not. i, instead, have this very cool thing called a civilian identity. who is so, insanely not interested in revealing himself to the general public, which also means keeping work and play separate. calm down and leave me alone about it

i have two tests that i am undoubtedly going to bomb tomorrow and i had to plan my outfit around not having to say a color in Spanish and so that it's less visible when i'm sobbing over my math test :)

ranting about my toxic ex is basically a hobby at this point