I Love Having The Resources To Print A 30 Page Full Color Packet At Home Without Worrying About The Financial

Sugar Pills by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME is so Gregory House coded send post

Ha, 69 notes at the time I reblog this, nice

The most intimate experience I’ve ever had with another person has got to be when my friend and I drove around for over an hour and she just patiently listened to my rant about House MD and Hilson even tho she had never watched it and it also wasn’t the type of media she engaged in. And half way through the drive she started constructing a playlist specifically of songs that were so Hilson coded “for inspiration” and once there were a few songs on the playlist we started taking turns explaining what exactly in the song FELT Hilson coded and it’s the closest I’ve felt to being understood

why are dudes in fanfic always getting hit with freight train orgasms. why not an orient express orgasm, classy and romantic. where are the shinkansen train orgasms? his orgasm hit him like the TGV atlantique breaking the passenger rail speed record. like the shanghai maglev, his orgasm was a feat of engineering but something of a commercial disappointment.

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

whats uyor fucjing problem

You know what this is really insensitive to ask because I have a very complicated relationship with babies. At one point I was in fact a baby and I had a dog. That dog ran around a lot and at one point picked me up with its feral jowels and dragged me about my living room. The carpet was so rough against my soft little baby skin and gave me 👏PERMANENT👏SCARS👏 along my entire body. I look like someone took a panini press to my entire baby body. We ended up keeping the dog for a few more years but every day I could only quiver in fear for my soft baby skin because of that dog.

Think before you speak.

I am starting to see a pattern in the types of ships I like and in the dynamics/tropes I want to see in fanfictions about them

I am also beginning to notice a pattern in how I identify stronger with one character in the pairing versus the other and the characters I identify with all have similar traits

The dots are connecting and I haven’t seen the full picture yet but I don’t like it

Today in class we were watching a historical drama and there was a cut away to a garden filled with bees and it reminded me of when I was a kid and on some days we couldn’t mow the lawn because of the ground bees but now my bee garden that I’ve had the last several years is usually bee free and now my head hurts remembering this memory again

I am s o tired of trying to scroll past this stupid Hyundai advertisement because I see it every four posts and every time it tries to open a new tab in my safari so when I try to google the most efficient way to get my dog to stfu I am instead confronted with 27 tabs of the same Korean ad campaign

L EAVE ME ALONE!!!!!

i was born in the right era, i love dying my hair and listening to will wood and being a faggot

*sits u down and shines a bright light in your face*

Do you actually have a hard time differentiating platonic and romantic feelings or are you hopelessly lost in your feelings for the one person in your life you can’t bear to lose right now? Is the idea of rejection equally as crushing as the idea of having to live with unspoken words? Is rejection really that bad? Or is the yearning the worst part? How can you live with this, and how far are you willing to run away from yourself? Is the person you’re “confused” about worth the phantom pains in your chest? Why do you do this to yourself? Is this better somehow?