I just adjusted and heard my bones crack, theyre not supposed to do that unless I tell them too.
I feel as though life has been passing me by
It feels like I'm at a train station
Watching the trains pass
Wonder which one was mine
It's hearing a busker's guitar, calm peaceful
We stand their in our own melancholic solitude
Not daring to look up
Buried in our own self doubt
It's watching clouds roll over blue skies
It's watching the seconds tick
Waiting for the clock to fall
And my body to decay
It was laying in the grass
Trying to become a bug
It was standing in the rain
To become a puddle
I think of these things
These thoughts of death that plague my brain
I watch another train go by
The next one, I think,
I'll get on
Guys don't leave your doors open, Its zucchini season.
Sometimes I remember that there was a little boy who thinks I'm really cool.
Why do all my favorite posts I've made only have one note. I mean the one note is me because I'm a genius but tumblr, c'mon, they were throw away posts. They're, admittedly, also genius, but also not what I want people to like. Y'all wrong. Just fully incorrect. This is my professional opinion as the dictator of this blog and y'all are bad at this.
Me at the beginning of the school year: I fucking hate the guys they're so transphobic, I don't feel safe at school. Atleast the girls are nice..
Me now: screw the guys, the girls are assholes. You're not the fucking victim here you prick. Don't try to tell me to "Stop being so negative" I will break your fucking ankles. YOU SAID GAY BEST FRIEND LIKE IT WAS A GOOD THING??? unironically too, wtf. And I suppose Im sorry for being a little stingy when you asked if my pronouns were they/them, you almost gave me fucking anxiety attack over that. (Props to ya use they/them, that's super cool and prolly really sexy) I've been out for the past two to three years and you've only properly met me and been introduced to me after I came out, my pronouns have been he/him for a long while. And don't think about "how could I be homophobic if my uncle is trans"
I'm genuinely astonished you weren't paying attention enough to get transphobic and homophobic right. Also that's got the same energy as "how can I be racist? I have a black friend." Like what made you think that's an intelligent answer?
She's lucky for ta couple things. One, that I have restraint and have worked on my anger management since last year. And two, that I got too stressed to even bring it up to a teacher. The thought of having to explain how someone is being mean to me makes me feel like I'm going to cry, and I don't like that.
I'm doing an action and that action could be a story!
I'm listening to a song and that song could be a story!
I'm feeling an emotion and that emotion could be a story!
I'm copeing using escapism!
I like this story and can't get it out of my head!
I have an issues with this story and want to fix it!
I can't sleep!
Some interesting ideas that I've come up with, which I think would be fun for stories. Some examples:
MC's only plot armor is being oblivious to the situation
Character duo who act like twins, hate eachother and fight (especially in serious situations) but in the end would kill others and get killed for eachother.
Almighty God bound by the constrictions of morality and constantly fights with the problems they've caused. (Probably one that cries a lot)
Bully and wimp duo, but the wimp keeps tryna fuck the bully (even better if the wimp acts like a sub-top)
Some OP badass (kill or be killed type of shit) but has a soft spot for birds (birds could also be their accomplices)
I have now officially used tumblr (and YouTube comment sections) to build up my self confidence. I'm now half way between a cuck and a god, there is no better way to exist than now.
I love the fact that I’m using this cesspool of chaos and showers to build up my self confidence.
Episode 4: A Friendly Push
Someone just put the stainless steel pan on the cast iron pan stack.
-Trans autistic guy with bad sense of humor- -he/him- -Special Interests: Music, History, Anthropology-
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