bisexualgremlin

and sleeping in the middle of a summer afternoon

One of the more interesting thing I've noticed after transitioning for a fe🛸w yearsth e fuck did you guys just see that what the hell wh what was that

Man who hates the very concept of life and all living beings: I should design portal websites for colleges and job applications

The concept of the antichrist is wild to me, there will be an evil wario Jesus, a Weesus if you will,

I hate how often my first clue of being sick is having the kind of tired that makes me go "man, I wish I was sick so I'd have an excuse to not do anything" and then I won't believe any latter symptoms because surely I'm imagining and/or faking it because I want to be sick. Illness-related impostor syndrome.

recurring dead wife flashback where it becomes increasingly apparent that the person remembering her has dishonestly claimed a romantic dynamic to their relationship that never actually existed and erased any conflict that ever existed between them now that she's no longer able to say no to them

dead wife flashback where each time we see her she looks more confused and upset by how she's remembered, then desperate and furious, until she's hammering on the glass screaming to be let out

this isn't how it happened. you know this isn't how it happened. but you still keep coming back, keep disturbing my grave so you can play out your fantasies. voyeurs crowding around my autopsy, straining for the best view; pawing through my entrails like grubby butchers trying to find some golden meaning in blood and shit because you can't bear to face the cold light of truth. you just can't bear the thought of never having really known me at all.

it's healthy for academics to have professional feuds. enrichment activity

I adore adore adore this

whatever. and i mean that

one william degrees outside

much appreciation for people who create ocs that are clearly derivative of The Character because even if the inspiration is clear, they had the self awareness that their headcanons had snowballed so far past character analysis into pure self indulgence that there was very little of source material left. and that’s beautiful. sometimes when you’re preoccupied playing touys it’s hard to take a step back and realize you’ve actually created something wonderful and new