The Most Intimate Experience I’ve Ever Had With Another Person Has Got To Be When My Friend And I Drove

fyi i do not “crush” i experience violent, all-consuming devotion and yearning that leaves me physically ill

dude..... not cool... don't you know that babies are our future? leave them alone

Babies are NOT our future. They are our history. Babies were actually invented by John S. Baby back in 1732. Before that people actually gave birth to fully grown adults and it was k-wording all of the women (and some of the men too). Then John S. Baby came along and went “hey, maybe make them smaller” and he did. Sure, Mr. Baby k-worded a lot of people in the process, but it was for the greater good of humanity.

I am asking you all (boy kissers, sluts, film buffs) to help me do God’s work

would you let me into your room so i can sit awkwardly on the ground wearing an oversized t shirt and look at your posters like a squirrel searching for threats before proceeding to say nothing and stare at you until you speak to me. would you let me do this

So so so so excited to go back to work bc it means that I can go back to writing fanfiction on the corporate iPad when there aren’t customers in the store

there's actually a secret eighth deadly sin and it's exactly like gluttony except for textile projects

Such a fuxkin mood bc I don’t know what the difference between enjoying an activity versus dreading it really is…the only way I can tell the difference is by whether or not I get a stomach ache

Wait wait WAIT

When y’all experience emotions- You are able to know how you are feeling based on an actual ‘feeling’?

It’s not just drawing from context clues?? because the way that I understood it was:

-I am doing an activity I enjoy, I am not experiencing any physical signs of distress, therefore I probably ‘feel’ happy-

But no? Emotional feelings are actual specific feelings? Separate from physicality?

“Identifiable through vibe alone” as my friend so eloquently describes it

I have a project that determines if I graduate with honors due in 3(?) days and it isn’t finished but my brain decided to hyper focus on writing self indulgent SVU fanfiction which is funny because I haven’t actually engaged in writing for weeks but yesterday I wrote 5k words about a ship I didn’t even ship until I had a prophetic dream about it

I will not admit what the ship is unless someone asks (it is mlm if that helps or hinders you)

It’s you!!!! You’re the one responsible for me losing sleep last night because I forced myself to read all of your Hilson collection!!!! You’re the worm in my brain making me reevaluate my real life over some old men!!! WHAT THE FUCK!

Also thank you I love you never change keep writing

Finally finished the scene in my Hilson fic that was giving me so many problems, which I have affectionately titled "Scary Immunology Intern attempts Wilson-style 'comforting the distressed person,' 14 dead, 36 injured."

Brains are weird

Brains are weird because I forgot until today that the one person I consider to be my best friend that I’m gonna miss more than my parents when I move in a few months had only been promoted from classmate to friend a little over a year ago (and best friend quickly after that)

Brains are weird because in high school I told people I had a crush on them on a whim whether I was sure about it or not and now the idea about saying concrete things like “you are my best friend” gives me such a stomach ache that I can hardly eat anymore

And brains are weird because throwing out vague but deeply personal information on the internet feels easier than journaling even though my therapist wants me to journal but I don’t wanna because I’m afraid a family member could find it as if they couldn’t find me online