torture the character some more. put her in her worst nightmare and don't let her out

princess and the pea level sensitive

“everyone is mad at me and they just won’t tell me” —> “no one has said anything about being mad at me and i haven’t done anything to warrant being mad at so if someone is silently fuming about me and not saying anything that’s their problem and actually quite weird of them and i can effortlessly move on with my life”

this took SUCH a huge deal of unlearning because, like so many of you, i came out of a home where being quietly in trouble WAS the default state, and i DID grow up not just with the assumption but borderline religious conviction that Everyone Is Mad At Me, I Am Bad, I Must Exist In A Constant State of Attempting to Pacify The Natural Rage I Inspire In Everyone. and no it actually turns out that my family are the freaks . and yours are too

The older I get, the stayer I home.

for me to be known is to be humiliated Lowkey

(no beers in) what is every thought you’ve ever had about me ever

every so often i remember how awesome the modern interconnected multicultural world is. i grew up getting to hear fairy tales from all over the world. africa, asia, europe, america. everywhere in between. i can have bagels for breakfast, curry for lunch, and ramen for dinner without even leaving the city limits. music and art and philosophy and technology that originated thousands of miles and years apart from eachother have come together and interwoven into something greater than the sum of its parts. its hard not fall into despair when thinking about the horrors but god. god the wonders.

*genuinely absorbed zero information* got it

Dont ask me whats up i have done nothing since we last talked 3 years ago

google used to know what i was talking about

this lamb keeps trying to sacrifice itself even though no one really needs or wants it to do that

Last time this came around I showed my three year old and he said "He's little like me!" and stared for a whole minute (v. Long in toddler time).

William Shakespeare invented every goddamn word and phrase we use today and then named his son Hamnet. How many kids today are named Hamnet? Zero. Dude fucked up his biggest chance.