can you tell i missed out on smth fundamental in my formative years 😏

not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again

sometimes i be saying im gonna go to bed and then i dont go to bed. frequently in fact. this is because i have the heart of an optimist and the soul of a liar

This season is for the lovers!!!!

Yo moma so stupid she DRACULA'S AMULET ATTACK 🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛📿📿🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛📿📿🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛📿📿📿🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛📿📿📿🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛📿🇧🇷🇧🇷🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛🧛

I didn’t see the Brazil flag at first and thought people were throwing up the Brazilian flag as a sort of holy shield against the attack.

does anyone know why youtube videos from 2020 have had that 5y on them lately

“not all men” you’re right. superman would never do this.

unrelated side note: that daily planet reporter clark kent would also never do this.

*listening to music* hey that was a fic title

Omfggg

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.