oh, it's so easy to just get lost

i don’t know if there’s a specific name for this but that thing where one person uses their finger to ‘draw’ on the other person’s back and the other person has to guess what they drew and i’m just thinking about ilya laying flat on his stomach and shane sitting on the back of his thighs tracing his finger along ilya’s back and ilya guesses them all because shane draws like a house, a dog, a hockey stick, a heart and shane can never guess what ilya is drawing because no you are wrong again shane, is me and you swimming at the cottage, no this is me scoring ten goals on hayden pike while he cries…yes i know he is not goalie but i still score on him, this is clearly me fucking you on the hood of my car, shane you are so bad at this

“Do it scared” “do it alone” are all great tips, but my biggest takeaway from therapy is do it messy. This is especially true if you’re getting out of a burnout, which I experience often. Literally just do it messy. You don’t need to pick the perfect trail to walk, the perfect playlist to listen to, whatever the fuck it is. You don’t need to have a meticulous to do list and wake up at the exact time you planned and drink the exact amount of water you planned to drink. Like the biggest thing for people like me to remember is sometimes it’s okay to do it messy. Put on a random yt workout and just get it done in sweats. Do 5 minutes of a daunting task and go from there. Sometimes just getting up is a win during intense burnouts or depressive funks. Literally just do it messy.

and the winner of superwholock is officially??? no one. we all lost. congrats team

considering we all yelled about boycotting the wc in qatar we should be equally as vocal about the wc in the us

I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive

"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

hate that I was understanding when I should’ve just been a cunt