cheerful oblivion

"hispanic" james hcs are my pet peeve bc like okay can we at least pick a country. a nationality. i would LOVE to see an ethnicity. a region, a city, would thrill me to my core

being sensitive is so embarrassing like how am i supposed to tell you i'm upset just because your energy felt a little off and it made me feel unwanted

if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like

i was such a weird lonely little girl and maybe i grew to be a weird lonely woman but idc i built this life for myself and maybe it doesn’t always make sense to others and maybe isn’t always easy or beautiful but it is mine and i cherish it

some people just have no true appreciation for terrible women. oh she killed and ate people? well maybe she was hungry. "I cant defend her anymore-" well then fucking stand aside so i can talk to my client

like i was a tomboy right out the womb and my mother was openly resentful of how difficult it was to get me to be feminine and made comments about how she “wanted a daughter but got a weird son” i was forced to wear pretty skirts and dresses meanwhile all i wanted was to look at dinosaurs and talk about the titanic. so when i hit middle school i resented femininity. then i got tumblr and was told by the other 12-15 year olds that i was actually a misogynist for feeling disillusioned with femininity, so until i was around 19 i threw myself into being as feminine as i possibly could, i wore glam makeup every single day, tiny skirts and dresses, heels when i could (i have a bone spur in my ankle that makes them especially hard for me) and i was fucking miserable! it was a mask! none of that was me, but i was so fucking popular and well liked and showered with attention and compliments. when i got to my 20’s i realized that none of that even does anything for you. it’s just confidence boosting but only in the short term, none of it is about YOU, its about how well you performed. i’m still proud of my skills in makeup and fashion and hairstyling but now i have confidence that comes from the knowledge that im a smart, funny, and genuinely good person. my looks have almost nothing to do with how much i love myself. i very much struggle still with accepting my appearance without changing it, in large part because the makeup and dress-up did nothing but damage to my perception of my appearance. i’m not talking about this stuff from the perspective of some bitter bitch who genuinely has internalized misogyny issues, i’m saying this as someone who was you once. i was a hyperfeminine girl for 9 years of my 25 years on earth. i’m leveling with you and telling you to just Think about it, try different things, don’t let attention and social pressure make you betray your true sense of self. don’t lie to yourself about it. you’re a human being not a piece of decor designed to be viewed and judged

not to be the too woke friend but sometimes it feels like yall just say "aroace people can still date" as an excuse to ship aroace characters without addressing how their romanticism and sexuality might actually play into said relationship. why do you want them to date so badly Hm