I Woke Up In A Cold Sweat

fully sober and lucid walking down the street googling "is it normal to get a haircut" "am i allowed to get a haircut" "is the guy at the barber shop going to be mad at me when i go in there"

everyone has a ship thats just: theyre perfect. they hate each other. theyre married. they havent spoken in 15 years. they have date nights three times a week. theyre divorced. theyre pining, its unrequited. its requited. theyre starcrossed. theyre meant to be. theyre doomed by the narrative. they love each other. theyve never held hands. they wont stop making out at parties. they cant look each other in the eye

using tumblr age 14: i am going to end misogyny reblogging pastel art about choice feminism

using tumblr age 23: [in the tags of a poll] SPINACH SWEEP🔥🔥🍃💪🏼💯

Me waiting for validation for my terrible story idea:

look away

my favorite character type is a character that is gay but they have no romantic chemistry with anyone because of how fucking insane they are

Whose idea was it to make my protagonist brilliant in a topic I suck at? Oh right, that was me … 🤦‍♀️