#we grew up together

[edsartss]

Schiele study that turned into Asuka bc of the expression >:)

[moderatetoaboveaverage]

Just learned that one of the dogs I grew up with got put down yesterday...

[skincareroutine]

okay but what happens when its time for me to bring a girl home to meet my family and i just link them to my tumblr mutuals blogs

[ccrabapples]

I've been looking through my follow list and goddam...some of us have been mutuals for an entire decade

[singlethread]

My most special Mei-Ling I still miss you every single day even though it’s been five years

[burninlovebutler]

happy 29th birthday to the first love of my life ♡

i know i’m not a harry blog & most of my followers might not care about him but, he means a lot to me, i’ve loved him since i was 15, so almost 12 years of my life i’ve been dedicated to this man

he saved me in some of the darkest parts of my life and i’m not exaggerating when i say i wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for him so i owe him a lot & he is so special to me so

happy birthday harry - i know that little boy that cried bc he messed up his first live tv solo on wmyb, who was so sad over what everyone would think of him - would be so so proud of you right now, i love you so much 🥹♡

[viksalos]

by far the funniest people to sit down and have the Autism Talk with are dudes who sharpened their teeth in shitty internet debates and want to argue with you about every trait you noticed, then when you're able to counter their every argument they're like "hmm. I have no rebuttal. I accept your conclusion that I have autism." 💀

[kimbapisnotsushi]

are you fucking kidding me ash is gonna fucking retire i’m going to CRY

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[noys-boise]

at what point did whatever higher being there is (or isn't) decide to hate me so much to make three of my cats die within one year.... (Szürki is alive but we just found out he has an aggressive form of cancer and probably has weeks-months left)

[beautifulandraretoevenexist]

This. When you grow up as part of something great like this, like we all did, no matter how much you grow and change, it will always be a part of you.

i have no idea how to process this. it’s not unfathomable and it’s something i’ve thought about many times but i don’t actually know how to process it. what do you mean he was such an integral part of me growing up and he did some fucked up things in part bc of the fucked up environment he grew up in and now he’s DEAD and can’t do anything to try and make amends. what do u mean the boys now means harry louis liam niall zayn. what do you mean he left behind a child less than 10 years old. what the fuck do you mean

[stumbling-old-boy]

i like cats more than dogs.

but my dog is dying soon. And he has been more present and consistent in my life than most things, most people even.

I hope he doesn't think I have abandoned him, only to start caring again when he is so far gone.

i once wrote a poem about how i hated dogs. how they seemed to haunt every bad memory i have ever made.

another bad memory with dogs is coming. i hope the dog knows it is not his fault that i will be crying. i hope he knows that i don't hate him.

i hope he knows im sorry for not loving him more.

[internationalharvestgirl]

i cant stop caring

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[innkeeper-solace]

I'm a Charizard trainer, but according to this, it's with Venasaur energy

diffrrence in pokemon trainer love

charizard owners: this is maximillion, he has won every trophy in our region, he has perfect evs, and we are going to take over the world together.

venasaur owners: this is bong rip hes an idiot