ale is tired

severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person

i’ve decided things will start to feel easier on april 16th. i just chose a date. i don’t know anyone with this birthday. i just have a hunch, and it gives me something to hope for until then.

my consistent top 5 tumblr fear is that i make a pro piracy post and then it gets reblogged with some first world addition about the wonders of the library

o que você faz quando você percebe que você é amigo secundário do amigo principal que você tem no grupo e aí você começa a se recolher porque você sabe que sempre vai ser a pessoa que anda atrás do grupo e que vai falar sozinha e que vão falar por cima de você e aí você começa a carregar essa impressão com você aí você passa a sentir receio de sair com seus amigos aí anos depois você continua com receio mas entra em outro grupo de amigos ai você percebe que você é amigo secundário do amigo principal que você tem no grupo e aí você começa a se recolher porque você sabe que sempre vai ser a pessoa que anda atrás do grupo e que vai falar sozinha e que vão falar por cima de você e aí você começa a carregar essa impressão com você aí você

the reason why everyone has a different version of shane and ilya in their minds is because rachel reid is an inconsistent and sometimes just plain bad writer and that combined with the seemingly-subtle but actually hugely impactful changes made by both jt's writing and hudson and connor's performances mean at any given time you could say "MyShane is the real shane, just read the text" and another person could say "i did read the text wtf are you talking about" and an additional person could say "i watched the show wtf are either of you saying" and it goes on and on and on and on and

The “draw” of AI doesn’t work on me for the same reason that the Ring couldn’t tempt Samwise. Because I LIKE to write. I like to make things, I like the process of making things, instead of just the end result.

So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess