trying to find a new piece of media to consume like, it has to be new, it has to be familiar, if it stresses me out even a little i will die, i want there to be a specific kind of conflict but i don’t know what kind, i want to be utterly engrossed, i want to watch it in the background, i can’t concentrate, i am hyperfixated, i want to be challenged, i want to be comforted, i want to be disturbed but in a comforting way, maybe i’ll just watch the first three seasons of great british bakeoff again

when you see someone from high school and they don’t recognize you that’s the exact opposite of the mortifying ordeal of being known. the gratifying relief of being forgotten

last night i got asked out by not one, not two, but zero people

there's a very specific niche on here that's like [stephen king's IT] [fleabag] [not to me not if it's you] [the goldfinch] [dead poets society] [bill hader] [and the history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us] [the raven cycle] [fuck me pumps] [reddie breakdown] [richard siken] [gay yearning] [hands] [macdennis] [i can't explain the state that i'm in the state of my heart he was my best friend] [screenshots of lines or photos from different poems, lyrics, books, tv shows, and movies that follow a similar theme] and it's the only side of this website i participate in and interact with