It's Hard Trying To Talk To My Mother Because When You Try To Get An Answer Out Of Her, She'll Imply

My workplace finally added a place to insert a card on the vending machine, so I got to eat a smol pie on my lunch break

The one time I ever got caught passing notes in class left me very confused, because it had been reading time and the teacher always let us do our own thing as long as we were quiet, so while she was reading, I gave the girl next to me a note saying that I liked her drawing. She wrote back with another compliment, and we just exchanged them back and forth a few times before the teacher suddenly snapped up the paper and read it. She often read notes out loud to the class, but she didn’t that time, and then she told us to not write notes again. Excuse me, miss, this is READING TIME AND YOU ARE INTERRUPTING THE CLASS BY STOPPING A COMPLIMENT EXCHANGE

"The day before there were another 23 victims. He's killing one off, every hour on the hour."

Okay but time is a social construct. Time is relative. How does the Death Note know what time it is? Which clock is it going off of? If I take it into a spaceship, fly off into another sphere of gravity, and ask for the death to occur at 6, is it going off the spaceship's time or Earth's time? How does it know???

My city had its first pride celebration tonight! It wasn’t a lot, but it was something, and I didn’t think I would be able to go but my brother went with me and it was great. A pretty big step for a pretty conservative community. There was just a really nice atmosphere. I hope they do it again next year.

My music is not distracting, because what u did not know was that I know this song and I no longer need to pay attention to what it says. I will forget it is even playing. But it cancels out the Noise of Silence, which is what was distracting me.

I got bored of a story I was writing so I started playing around with the roles and it made me realise that the characters had never respected the guy that was originally their leader. They liked him, but he was a child to them. And like I had never realised they thought of him that way but everything I wrote them into always led to that conclusion. It made me kind of sad, but I’m the one who did it, so now I can go back and change his character so they respect him more.

Many of my texts to my friends read a lot like Tumblr posts, but I can stop bothering them because I actually have a Tumblr now.

I wish people would love each other. I wish so completely that people would be kind and lovely and nice. Sometimes I wonder if people can be good.

I think, if I simply grew up with a good mother, I would be able to believe in the inherent beautiful humanity of people. For now, I have to be wary of even my reflection.

You are doing awesome and I hope you have a wonderful day

Thank you?

I just remembered, the whole reason I made a Tumblr account was because a Tumblr person said they wanted to talk to someone about the Magic Thief series, and I had just been thinking about reading them, and then I never did. And that person posted it in January, and I don’t know if they’re still into the series, so. . . I’m not gonna try.