bralnwashed

[bralnwashed]

(creeps around on my socks) they don't know that i engage with this piece of media in a profoundly aromantic manner

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They say they don't know who I am anymore

Well, I just have never shown anger before

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@yesiamprocrastinating this is the first time in a long time that we haven't been matching

It feels wrong

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Ive been listening to del water gap, so of course, now I have to post about my ideas for an angsty wolfstar fic

It would fit well in a band au, but really it would work either way.

They have shit communication, are prone to ignoring things, giant fights, and zero self restraint from the other.

It causes them both nothing but pain.

Making out in hotel rooms to sitting as far away from eachother as they can. Flirting with other people in bars and ending up in eachothers rooms. Crying over the person who should be making them feel better.

I think it goes on for so long. This pushing pulling, devouring kind of love. It's not good for them, but they're like drugs, addicted, dependant.

No matter how many times they leave, they end up on the same bed, yelling the same arguments, crying the same tears.

It's the kind of love that's also hate. Bitter and twisted, but also sweet.

Maybe it all ends well, maybe they learn to talk.

Maybe they were never destined to be together. Just two souls clinging to eachother, knowing this is the ending to their "in every universe" love story. The first universe neither of them make it out alive, leaving them with scars that claw deeper than anything else.

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I feel like i need to ask myself if I'm okay after that last post there

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Ive been listening to del water gap, so of course, now I have to post about my ideas for an angsty wolfstar fic

It would fit well in a band au, but really it would work either way.

They have shit communication, are prone to ignoring things, giant fights, and zero self restraint from the other.

It causes them both nothing but pain.

Making out in hotel rooms to sitting as far away from eachother as they can. Flirting with other people in bars and ending up in eachothers rooms. Crying over the person who should be making them feel better.

I think it goes on for so long. This pushing pulling, devouring kind of love. It's not good for them, but they're like drugs, addicted, dependant.

No matter how many times they leave, they end up on the same bed, yelling the same arguments, crying the same tears.

It's the kind of love that's also hate. Bitter and twisted, but also sweet.

Maybe it all ends well, maybe they learn to talk.

Maybe they were never destined to be together. Just two souls clinging to eachother, knowing this is the ending to their "in every universe" love story. The first universe neither of them make it out alive, leaving them with scars that claw deeper than anything else.

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Ooh alright

So I put on a show, slap on a smile

Don't let 'em know you're not doin' all too fine

Well, I'll be fine

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fear me

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Ah i do have impeccable taste, let me make a playlist

So I put on a show, slap on a smile

Don't let 'em know you're not doin' all too fine

Well, I'll be fine

[bralnwashed]

Friendly reminder that bisexual, pansexual, asexual, and aromantic people do not experience “straight passing privilege”.

Identity erasure is not a privilege, it is oppression.

[bralnwashed]

I'm back (x)

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Me: okay everything is fine. All is going to be okay

Me: PANIC PANIC THIS IS THEN END OF THE WORLD

Me: well that was dramatic, anyway, where are we now?

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The things that I lost here, the people I knew

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Why does my favorite artist have to be so sad?

The reason I want to live is also the reason I want to die

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[guy who is aromantic voice] sexual attraction just makes more sense than romantic attraction. like ok, you want to fuck someone. this is quantifiable. it is quite easy to grasp what "i want to fuck someone" looks like, even if you have no idea what it feels like. romantic attraction, though? this is a nebulous construct which seems to largely be "glorified friendship with sex" in the popular imagination. what even is the difference between friendship and romance? the line between friendship and sexual attraction, though both can coexist, is that when there's sexual attraction present, you want to fuck someone. the line between friendship and romantic attraction, so far as i can perceive it within a heteronormative, amatonormative framework, is that it is... friendship where you want to fuck someone. what?

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Do you also cry at the thought of the black brothers being taught how to ride a bike by Monty after they confess that they’d never learnt how or are you normal

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In a constant battle between

"I'm being annoying"

And

"This is my fucking blog"