If Real Life Was Dnd I Would Be A Warlock With A Very Unfortunate Choice Of Patron. My Dad Is The Main

TW ed

Dont you just love it when your skinny to begin with and then you see a FUCKING CARTOON and want to relapse to look like it even though its physically impossible without being on the brink of death and the only thing you can do is force yourself to finish your dinner that was all ready extremely small cuz you cant handle normal food portions anymore

I am experiencing sensory over load and i hate everything

I don't know if it's been asked or answered by the creators of tma but I'm curious if anyone knows if the statements that feed the eye can just be anything fear related or has to be like, touched directly by the fears

My dog kept me up all night and used my comfort hoodie as a pillow so now I'm tired, angry, furry, and I smell like a dog

Your ear ever just start ringing out of nowhere

TOH SPOILERS?!

so hunter is made out of palistrom wood and so are palismans, luz carved her palisman into an egg so when it hatched it could be whatever it wanted, palisman bond with their witches over shared values and shit and luz and hunter have a sibling dynamic, it would be hilarious for luzs palisman to be a tiny version of hunter

It bothers me that I will only ever be myself and no one else and I will never be able to touch another person's mind with my own and how I perceive the world will be based solely off of myself and I can never truly be with or apart of something because there is such a huge disconnect between what I think and feel and why and how and what other people see think and feel and there can never be true togetherness because we are our own and isolation is the price of intellectual freedom from a unified consciousness

When I was little I was homeschooled and I was a bit behind on learning to read I think, I was so excited for when it would be my turn to learn to read and begged my grandma and older sister to read to me all the time, I learned to read eventually but I don't like to read on my own, my grandma and sister had read the black stallion and black beauty to me so many times I could read them on my own but for the most part I wouldn't, I would always run up to my grandma or sister and beg them to read the old books to me, they always said why? You can read them yourself now, you don't need me, most of the time with a little persuasion they would still sit down with me on the blue couch in the white room and read a chapter or two of whatever book I had requested, I finally know the words for why I wanted to read with them when I could have easily done it myself, I didn't necessarily want to read the book for the story, the point wasn't reading the story, the point was sharing the story with them, I enjoyed their company and wanted to share a minimally engaging activity with them so I could revel in their presence and enjoy their gentle companionship

Why is it every time without fail the week before my period I get so hungry I start eating like a bear preparing to hibernate through winter