#when i thiknk about it. it just keeps happening to me

[hychlorions]

is there a term for when you keep consistently liking the second-most popular ship/most popular background pairing so a lot of navigating ao3 is based on the assumption that more than half of the fics in the tag would disappear if you tried otp:true

[thesedamnthoughtsofmine]

I only breathed once writing this

oh wow

this feeling hasn’t been here in a while

i kind of forgot what it was like to feel incredibly hyper, but i know it’s my anxiety that i can;t qiute control.

my hands need to move or else I might rip through this body of mine like scales would rip through latex gloves

my mouth is puring out with usueless words that don’t really mean anything because my hands jsut need to keep busy and i’m just typing whatever my mind comes up with because I might explode if I stop typing my thoughts. My mind is running so fast, i can’t slow it down.

these thoughts are killing me and I want to jump out of this bnody of mine, it doesn’/t feel like mine anyways

 so why stay

tip tapp tap tap tap tap tap tip tap

my fingers can’t slow doen so I keep hitting the space bar until words actually form in my brain for my to type and when the words don;t flow out like the useless garbage that i write about, i just keep hitting the space bar and the backspace bar like my life depends on it because like i mentioned, probably too many other times, if my hands stop, i feel like my mind might implode, explode, or just quit all together. I’m running out of things to say.

oh uhm. how was your day

It’s not like I care that much because my mind can’t slow down enough for my to process your answer. I’m moving at top speeds and i’m sorry if I don’t seem interested in your response. i’m just trying to keep myself busy and think of things to write abnout becuse my mind is stuck in this loop of “the world is ending” and the faster taht I type, the faster the world might end and make my mind stop thinking random words that don’t really fit toether

I know i am rambling, but I have nothing else to do. 

This poem is not really a poem

it’s just me spitting out useless words that don’t fit together and mean probably nothing to anyone

i’m sorry.

I know i mess up alot but I haven’t felt this jittery in a while and I really don’t know how to contain myself at this point

typing seems to be the only answer and I thiknk the more i type, the faster I get even though my spelling is horrendous

but you can’t see that.

tahnk god

too bad i don’t believe

but taht’s okay because I have some pretty high morals

okay

we’re not getting into that

remember

 this is a dumb poem where my owrds don’t really come togerther and im just speaking erandom words to hopefully slow my brain down enought o actually get something done.

but taht probaby won’t happen

oh my gosh, i’m so glad you can’t see my speling mistaks or you would be so mad at me

wow

okay, 

i’m done

sorry ou had to lsiten to that