Morning Was Brutally Cold And I Didn't Want To Get Up. The Day Ended Up Being Just Fine Though, And Now

There's nothing better than going into your kitchen and eating some random ingredients.

Mom come pick me up, I'm scared.

I want a love triangle but the main character is a trans guy in a fantasy world (or just medieval) and the two interests are the queen and another servant who works for the queen. The queen is convinced he's a lesbian, and he makes the other servant question if he himself is gay or not. Both encounter the main character as both a nice looking woman, and a hot guy but neither of the interests figure it out until the end.

I sat there in an almost peaceful silence, if not for the thoughts swishing back and forth in my mind like a broken washing machine, I'd have thought it tranquil. I felt myself choke, I choke and all the thoughts I couldn't swallow. If I felt any better I would have made a joke there, I'm sure you can fill in the blanks. I tried adjusting, maybe the thoughts would disappear like that. They didn't, they bubbled menacingly, they twirled in circle infornt of my eyes. A shuddering gasp for air broke the silence. And then another. A few more as my vision blurred in the dim lighting. It didn't sound like me, rather, like someone else was there, someone else's desperate grabbing for air, someone else's breif and lonely wimper, not my own. I tried to gather myself, I didn't even know what I was crying for. I needed something to block out the quiet cries, before they became racking sobs. Something to put the incessant thoughts to rest, if only for a while.

Really my aesthetic is just

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A handfull of weeks ago I bought this really old book from a vintage store. And I don't just mean from 50 years ago or something, I mean from like 100 years ago. It's in German or something, and I can't read it. But it was so interesting I just had to bring it home. The number in the cover says 1860 and I know the book itself was around since 1881 from the first of many signatures and dates on the inside.

Im a bit cautious about touching it since it's badly damaged but here are some photos. Anyone know what language/book this is? What's it about? So curious

Some of the guys at my school are doing something I find very funny. They have taken over an area of the cafeteria at lunch, and they request a toll to sit there. The toll is to eventually buy some fries, which they call, "community fries." Any lose change someone donates means they get some community fries. I've so far donated 50¢ to the cause

Normalise hand written letters again

I don't have a time machine but there are some kids who I walk with (we walk along the same path when going home) and I make sure they know I'm listening. There's one who's voice echos off buildings, and she's reminds me of myself a lot. I hope no one destroys that spirit of hers, you do your best kid.

christ sometimes I just wanna. steal a time machine & go back & sit down next to my 9-year-old self and just like. let them pull out their pokemon card binder & gush about their holographic gyarados or whatever. I'd just smile & ask questions about motherfukcing bulbasaur & tell my kid self that I thought they were a neat person, & someday they'd find other people who thought so too.

like i'm a grown adult who honestly finds most kids stuff boring, but. damn if i could go back & hang out with my baby self & listen to them ramble...just so they knew someone was listening. i would in a heartbeat. thinking about u kid