Maybe I Am A Tortured Poet But Like, With Sprinkles On It And Stuff

anyway. time to be weird about it

you desire love but push away affection? what are you? written by Dostoevsky?

“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”

— Ray Bradbury (b. 22 August 1920)

“this fic was written by AI”

― Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

My doctor and therapist: now with this autism + ADHD diagnosis you need to learn to unmask because masking all the time will make you burn out again and feel like shit

Other people: well it's just interesting how after getting the diagnosis you suddenly start behaving like that I mean I'm not saying you're faking it's just funny how you suddenly cannot be normal like you were before