💥: cy4ever

OK OK HEAR ME OUT WHAT IF litromantic yandere predator character AND their prey slowly getting into being chased and obsessed over and reciprocates and them BOOM yandere character is like UGHHHH NOOOO YOU SHOULD HAVE IGNORED ME TILL THE ENDDD

thinking about a girl i'll never be able to be with hype me up for some reason. even though we are on a pretty good terms i'm feeling as pathetic as comforted about that unresolved romatic tension. at least i can just think about her and have this bitter sweet feeling all over. i think about her when my mind goes silent and then i wanna write poems and draw post cards or something like that.

i'm this🤏🤏🤏🤏🤏 close to get a daft punk hyperfixation with my friend

i miss my ex's dad he was such a twink in those harem pants and was ALWAYS passive aggressive😔😔

i always feel a little bit off. like they're always something i don't quite get that everybody else know for sure and just can't explain it to me really. the etiquette? the way you should treat others? the way you should present yourself? like i am not shy or awkward most of the time (like a real opposite of that) but when it comes to jokes n stuff i'm usually the one not to get the reference or not recognise it as a joke in the first place. and i feel weird cuz i get these social nuances when i see others interact irl or actors in the movies but when it comes to me, oh... i always feel like i'm not getting the whole consept of stuff quite right and that's why i can surprise others with my interpretations of things and confuse them. i feel like i don't fit in a lot and i'm kinda used to it because it's a canonical experience for a trans individual and a national minority and lots of other aspects at the same time but boy i wonder how it feels like when you belong. when you're not "too weird" for others and not feeling "too weird" about others as well. a true mystery really.

BRUHH EXISTENCE IS RESISTANCE AND I AM STAYING ALIVE NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY WANT ME EXTINCT!!!

it's not like i see ghosts and do nothing about them... i write them poems? i cry until they fly away?? i draw some shapes and colors and feel like i'm dedicating my art to some who might not physically interact with it but feel the electricity we're making up in the air??? i sing myself to sleep and then i sing for them as well? i play their stupid games like staring contests and trying to remember things without them interrupting any of my memories by smudging them into blurry nonsense of childhood hallucinations?? there's lots of things i do about ghosts, go ahead and try any of these next time you notice any!

being me is like yeah i have very strong moral principles. pretty much ambiguous though. i'm ambivalent about a lot in this life actually uh huh