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i am not for the situationship life my generation is so into. it feels nice to be desired but it feels shitty not being loved

dutch van der linde would absolutely be the guy who misgenders you and then over dramatically corrects himself. “this is my friend, he—oh, i am so. sorry.” (he’s got a hand on her shoulder and is gesturing wildly to her with the other hand) “SHE is the best salesperson i’ve ever come by—could sell sand at a beach!”

horribly ironic that i never went to college when i would’ve had a banger of an entrance essay being both the older sibling with forever-guilt about getting out and younger sibling who got screwed by it

“pray all u want but god will not save u now” par for the course innit

despite the concerning circumstances of my life honestly i think the worst thing that’s happened to me in the last 6 months is that they took izombie off everything

dear people who vape why do you vape instead of smoking cigs cuz i technically use both…but lean toward vaping more often solely because a cigarette is lowkey inconvenient a lot of the time

it’s really weird to know someone who loves to party, will overindulge in alcohol, substances, etc, but doesn’t have an addictive personality. because you have precedental and current proof that they aren’t reliant/addicted to that stuff since they don’t fiend for it while sober and they can go days, weeks, months without having any; no problem or even desire for it. but when they’re in it you have to wonder…it’s the difference between knowing someone is battling addiction and knowing someone is actively choosing to use substances as a form of self destruction, even though they’re not hooked on the substances, that’s hard to process

was listening to some throwbacks from the prime of amvs/fandom edits and high by sivik came on so obviously i got fucking sneak-attacked by klance memories

sometimes being mentally ill is like seeing yourself just completely obliterating the shit out of someone else until their face is bashed in and brain is on the ground and then you walk up to yourself to figure out why the fuck you would be doing that oh my god what the fuck why are you doing that and then realize it’s also you on the ground

sometimes as a trans guy i feel like a big lying piece of shit because i use he/him pronouns and my deadname isn’t my name so i changed it. but nothing else feels like my name either. and like. most of the time i feel like a guy, yknow, like from an outside perspective i would see myself that way. but if i really think about it i feel more like a thing or a creature than a person. sometimes i feel like i’m a he in the way dracula or frankenstein are he’s but also neither are widely seen as people. other times i feel more like how a dog can be a boy and have a name but it’s not really his name. its just the title you gave him yknow. cuz he’ll answer to anything if you say it right and he’ll love you even if you call him mean names and derogatory terms as long as you say it in the same tone you say his name

years of reading solangelo fanfic and a few contextual indicators have allowed me to note that the maintenance guy in my apartment who is having a hard time fixing my god awful breaker panel just whispered fuck! to himself in a romance language

it’s already halfway through pride month guys everyone needs to start writing a lot more queer loser situationship fics for those of us with no hope for romance and an unusual emotional attachment to their fandom ships