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nothing will instill more horror in me than checking my ao3 and seeing my fic has actually gotten seen

me when i realize that nothing interests me and I’m like deathly alone in life because I’m not putting in the work to scrounge together relationships for meager scraps of attention anymore
          
          it’s not very kinda and loving and deserving of care of me but it’s ‘fuck those bitches after they hurt you’ fall and i’m an active participant in perpetuating the cycle

forgot wp existed ‼️
          but 400 something notifications later and an email from wattpad about my ‘coins’ or whatever expiring and i’m back-ish

stop asking me if i'm ok please
           there are now tears in my reese's puffs

hello doomed romance, my luvr

coming here every two weeks just to read the tea >

i love cats i love them i love them
          they speak a language to me in their eyes and souls that i do not understand yet can somehow comprehend on a deeper level

there’s a level of pure pain and hatred i experience in my college town that i cannot convey in written words (i cannot do what i love without a degree, and yet i cannot love learning here when i’m breathing in black mold)

a very quick and unfriendly reminder that if you have to gaslight yourself into tolerating walking into work every day, that it’s not a job that you enjoy ! (aimed toward myself cause i stg i hate everything rn)

i simultaneously love and hate when men come onto groups designed for and led by women online and are like ‘hello fellow females, i too have an interest in art, and i listen strictly to taylor swift and sabrina carpenter. on an unrelated note, what do you like to see in men?’ and think people will believe them.