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i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know

sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.

Five ticks. On my body. FIVE TICKS ON MY BODY. One of my worst fears. Five of them. Never again will I step FOOT into nature. I wasn't even in tall grass, I was wearing long pants and socks and everything. I feel like I've been unwillingly signed up for exposure therapy and I am NOT OKAY WITH IT

I cannot overstate how horrible this actually is to me. I am so scared and upset I don't even know what to do with myself. I had to stop myself from sobbing in the school bathroom when I found the first one and now every time I think I'm free I find another one. I'm so worried about getting sick and I can't handle getting a lumbar puncture again. Once was enough to instill fears of both ticks and needles in me. I can't do this.

im going to explode in the kiln

I actually really like the term genderqueer, because the only thing it specifies about your gender is that it's queer in some way. Does that mean you're nonbinary? Binary trans? Cis with some freaky cool gender presentation stuff going on? None of those or all of those? It doesn't matter and I think that's beautiful.

Tbh I don't understand anyone who denies their favorite character's flaws and acts like they've never done anything wrong when that is like consistently the most interesting part of any character ever

stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation with the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.

Brother pulled up to ask "do you know what that smell is? It stinks." Like I'M SORRY

Changing drawing platforms is so frustrating, because I'm just now realizing how much work I need to do to find the same features and how to use them the same way I did on my previous platform. I miss my shortcuts. I miss the flow of drawing when I knew where everything was and how I could improvise and play around with different features.

Nationella prov stressen kommer få mig att ta stryptag runt min egen hals

Ett år senare och känner typ likadant. Kunde det inte ta slut i grundskolan? 💔