#a day in my life wah

[houseofbreadpakoda]

Attended a quiz today and a question was how Athirappilly Falls garnered fame. Didn't even read the entire question, immediately knew it was Bahubali.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

"...my one year anniversary being on testosterone!!! I had a vision of capturing my total gender euphoria [...] My trans and nonbinary body is divine I honor my body as it is now, and as it will be as I continue to become more and more myself..."

[bloodcoveredgf]

i love being in love i love being in love specifically with my boyfriend and living with him now... life is so beautiful its all about loving so much and if lucky being so loved in return (TO ME !)

[suffercerebral]

me having gone to bed at 6 am every day for the past week and generally spiraling mentally while rotting in bed waking up this morning: a 4 mile hike in the heat is a really good idea right now, and while we're at it let's start like 3 art projects

[queeraliensposts]

Just found out my toxic friend from elementary school grew up to be a TERF 💀

[journie]

i don’t think gifted kid burnout is real i think burning out is like kind of a universal experience in the modern world and when you talk about specifically “gifted kid” burnout you’re basically saying to every “ungifted kid” that their struggles aren’t the same because they were just idiots who were never good at anything in the first place so it’s different which is like… really mean lol

[passumstars]

words fail me

[darkwingsnark]

Duckvember: Real Duck Goose

Goose Mom yet again out here finding new things to yell at me about. You know, the usual. 🙃

[anoras]

wild to not be um. fucking exhausted every day after work.

[eightylinesofvergil]

wuh woh

[a-sadnoodle]

Work in progress

[houseofbreadpakoda]

I've heard so many Pakistanis gush about Indian ethnic wear and our handwork. And if y'all were wondering if it also works the other way round, 2 women told the kapdawala here "Pakistani serialwala kapda hi chahiye bhaiyya" and I'm not gonna lie, all the fabrics looked gorgeous.

[youhavetogotocollege]

dating, etc

dating an artist with genuine talent might be one of the most infuriating things in the world. not because he's entitled or because he's snobby, but because he's better than me. in nearly every sense of the world he is better than me and that fucking sucks. he's smart, talented, funny, artistic, has sort of okay social skills, is reassuring...need i go on. he's currently listening to me write this and butting in every five seconds saying "you're all of those things" and "you really, really are" and "you're fantastic" and everything under the sun that could be related to that sentiment. maybe he's right, but i will never be able to admit that to myself. if i were to, you'd have to torture it out of me. now, dear audience, why am i breaking my three day silence to complain about my relationship, you ask? well, because i can. sorry, that was bitchy. or maybe it wasn't, who really cares at this point? i think my brain actually hates me. my boyfriend just said that he thinks that i'm a genius. who's gonna tell him that i want to stab myself repeatedly in the eyes and ears and mouth and nose (head, shoulders, knees, and toes, if you will) until my brain—and all other related aspects of my anatomy—turns into mush.

"do you really think that dating me is infuriating?" "well, you're better than me so..." "no i'm not." "well i can't draw for shit so yknow." "well i can't write." "well kill yourself."

that last part did not happen, but it would be funny if it did. i think dryly telling people to kill themselves is peak comedy, i guess. anyway. love my boyfriend to death, but i wish that when i looked at the things that i do in comparison to the things that he does, i could say that i have as many accomplishments as him. how many times has this motherfucker had his work published in a (school) newspaper? many more times than me, that's for sure. i guess you could count my "poem" that i wrote in junior year that was later put into a book that was sold on amazon exclusively by my school's 2020 valedictorian published, but i honestly don't know if that counts. it's something, i suppose. i just wish that i could use the power that i have as a microcelebrity in the chicano journalism community's nepotism grandchild to my advantage when it came to writing and putting myself out there, but i honestly don't think the chicano journalism community wants to hear my depressing, disorder, dystopian bullshit. i don't even write about being chicano anymore because i don't even know if i count.

my boyfriend has been silent for some time, dearest audience. i think it's because i've been droning on and on and on about my shitty, boring life. i don't think that me reading my own fucking diary entry out loud is his idea of a good date. honestly, i think it sounds like a nightmare for all parties involved. too bad, so sad, my name is not brad, whatever whatever whatever. i'm going to go back to actually communicating with my boyfriend now, because i'm bored of writing and of thinking and of breathing and i want him to shower me in compliments that i will brush off while hiding my face in my hands because god forbid he knows i appreciate the words that he says to me. haha, that's a joke. i hope you guys don't think that i'm a total cunt to my boyfriend, i'm just autistic and have a personality disorder. maybe that will be the death of me and they can write on my gravestone "rip [redacted], the biggest cunt in southern california's sweaty ass crack". anyway. that's all i have to say now. goodbye, audience of very few.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[mysteriful]

TMI

hwen it is genuinely too dry but he fits two in anyways and tells you to shut up for him and makes you just bite the pillw and take it for him and then it’s three and you get wet cause it’s him and as soon as youure actually into it and begging for him he stops 👍

[guppypuppy84]

panera bread is so fucking good when there’s not a bitch in your ear telling you it’s nasty