✨ Bitter’s Mind Palace ✨

let it be known that i touch grass frequently and I’m still like this.

i just saw a post on reddit titled "the writer is cooking but the food doesn't agree with me" and it was about OP clicking off a fic because they don't like the direction it's going in. slightly different context but can we all be more like this reddit OP. i think "the writer is cooking but the food doesn't agree with me" should be the new "don't like don't read." dead doves may give you diarrhea but don't make that everyone else's problem.

In case anyone missed it

Pretty boys who moan directly into your mouth when you finally ease yourself onto them, and then beg you to wrap your fingers around their throat.

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

Mulder's got a point

“always trust your intuition” my brother in christ I have overwhelming anxiety

wound dressings and bandages are lingerie for the enlightened pervert

once you realize you don’t actually need to sleep, you can really (stops talking abruptly and stares straight ahead for 4 minutes)

ao3 asking if i want to see mature content. do i want to see birds in the sky. do i want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass under my feet

thinking about trying to break up with fbi!dex, tears overflowing his swollen and puffy eyes, all hiccuped sighs and pleads of "please, i can't fucking do this without you" or "i- i can be better, i can be good, i wont do it again, i swear baby" and he's on his knees, pathetic and vulnerable but also just plain manipulative too, hugging both your legs in a vice grip, like he's not letting you leave the apartment unless you tell him things are gonna be okay again, if you try to wring free from his grasp he just tightens his hold until you gasp at the pressure, until you whine "dex, you're hurting me-" and he looks up at you with sickly resentment and agony in his eyes, his voice raw and broken when he answers "you're hurting me too"

i think there is something fundamentally wrong with me but that's okay

my favourite genre of fictional men are those ones who should be cool and badass because of their powers or character designs, but are pathetic instead. never had a good day in their life. an insult from a child could probably make them cry. wet paper bag men. you know the ones

Realizing the depression is not seasonal is like: Wow! What a beautiful flower! The birds are singing! I sure do love spring! I think I am fundamentally unlovable as a person.

“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!