Am I more than you bargained for yet?

CPTSD constantly has me acting so cartoonishly stupid. hello my partner of 4 years who has literally never so much as raised their voice in my direction, i heard you doing dishes a little louder than usual in the other room. are you going to kill me?

listen im not HAPPY we’re all going through this. but i am at least relieved that other people can understand the mortal terror of “oh my god i think someone is doing their mundane household chores AT ME!!!!”

it's kind of like we live in medieval times cause everything is mid and evil

it feels good to be nervous opening tumblr in public again now that my dash is just gifset after gifset of the heated rivalry boys going at it. i pulled up tumblr.com in the coffee shop without thinking and the old german man at the table next to me had a front row seat to the riding scene in stunning technicolour before i shut my laptop lid. it's like how they're digging holes in the deserts of tanzania to restore degraded land and heal the ecosystem, except the only hole in this case is shane hollander's

Really big problem: world hard cold and full of obligations, but duvet warm