#but it feels like forever

[person25]

Wow, i am reading this so slow😭

I do have a lot of free time tomorrow tho so i could probably read a bunch then, but still

[kotorinz]

why are spotify ads so long

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[saltysalat]

Why does this friday feel like it is a week long?

[noodles-and-tea]

How the gentle wind,

Beckons through the trees,

As autumn colours fall.

[baronvonriktenstein]

unless i go to a ren faire or something I kinda really don't want to interact with humans directly this weekend

just wanna

sleep and rest and draw maybe (i mean I don't mind online chatting but being sociable is.... I'm drained)

we... we'll see i guess

.... i got a massage recently but that's an exception. . . i can leave the house to get massaged and buy sweets and go back home and sleep lol

[color-ns]

Sometimes tweeter people know their stuff- this is the right kind of toxic angst I want to read.

[lazylittledragon]

bg3 x taskmaster filed under 'things that are funny to me and nobody else'

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[charmcoindied]

guys i love my friends so much. i love them like the world even if i get mad at them and we don't always agree on things i love being with them and hanging out with them even if we only get to do it like once a year. most of my friends are long distance and i doubt that we'll ever all be in the same place for an extended period but being able to spend time with them this weekend has reminded me just how well we gel as a group and how fun and special it is to hang out with them. i could be in the pits of hell but these ppl would still manage to make it fun for me because i love them so fucking much

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[honeycakelion]

the young prodigies

[spoopdeedoop]

who up thinking about they c!clingyduo

[kosmogrl]

no one teaches you how to become more affectionate and open to affection after living your whole life in a house where affection was never a thing

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.