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[maddyxdead]

Okay then, little stories from my daily life that could be related to the content I aspire to upload. The fact that so many things happen to me that could be good material, but I simply can't explain them well, and how to change situations so that they sound less “similar to reality” (I'm compulsively paranoid).

Well, let's start because at my university we have certain conflicts between classmates, by conflicts I mean that I don't get along with many people there. Don't get me wrong, I'm a good partner, but I tend to get really angry sometimes. While I was going, there is a certain colleague with whom I have a very tainted history, we don't get along well, but we tolerate each other in the same space and time. The thing is that, curiously, we ended up paired in a duo work for meaningless presentations that the teacher wouldn't let us do out of laziness, so the exams and so on depended on whether our explanation and that of our classmates was good. The atmosphere was obviously awkward, both he and I hadn't spoken much other than to exchange a few words about who would do what and when our deadline was. You could say there was nothing out of the ordinary so far, except that the way he was constantly sobbing was killing me, the way he absentmindedly struggled to wipe the wetness from his nose without wanting to draw attention to himself. Allergies. I already knew that he commonly suffered from them without knowing a specific reason (it wasn't like I could ask him too) but I had never observed them this closely. There was a point where he left the room so he could clean up the mess, although within 5 minutes he returned, the mucus had built up in his sinuses again, tickling them constantly I guess, sometimes he suppressed a few sneezes trying to avoid my attention. But damn, he had me completely. Before finishing the class his nose simply couldn't take it anymore and he succumbed to a series of muffled sneezes that at first he tried to stop (he didn't succeed) so like the good person that I am, I took a handkerchief out of my backpack and reached for it once. When he finished his show, his hoarse thanks between gasps and still repressed sneezes made me feel damn butterflies. I admit that I thought for a moment that this would be my nemesis for the lovers I had so desired, that at some point in class he would ask me for help and I could take care of him like a poor mess, but it just didn't happen. Although it did give me good stuck sneezes and sets that sounded fucking painful.

These are some of the scenarios I have with it, because yes, there are many more where I have earned a direct pass to the glory called “senseless allergies that attack out of nowhere” and some sick situations that I have seen over the years past and part of this. Well, I finished venting so, bye!

[maddyxdead]

I've been reading a lot of fics or ideas about snz.

But why doesn't anyone talk about the supposed allergy to chlorine?

I mean, I swim often and recently had the pleasant surprise of meeting a friend who is affected by the smell of Chlorine to the point of having an explosive chain of sneezes. The way his shoulders shake when he tries to hold them in and I'm like, "Fuck it, let 'em out."

[maddyxdead]

So...uh. One of the weirdest things when traveling to your rd having weird fetishes, is making them come true.

Until now I can't find a person to share my things with, so I took my comfort character and made him suffer to the bone.

Idk. Fulfilling everything I dreamed of felt so good

(English is not my main language, sorry)

[maddyxdead]

Morir por alguien

Cuando usas la frase “Moriré si el/ella no esta” o tal vez “No puedo vivir sin el/ella” es mentira, claro que puedes vivir sin el/ella, solo que no estas acostumbrado a vivir sin el/ella. Sentirás que no puedes respirar y mucho menos vivir, desearas morir con toda tu alma; pero la verdad es que no puedes pero tampoco te olvidas de el/ella, ya que es imposible olvidar, solamente te acostumbras a no sentir su presencia, aprenderás a respirar sin el/ella, a vivir sin el/ella, pero primero tienes que superar todo esto, tienes que aprender a vivir sin el/ella.