When U Make A Mistake

youtube is pulling this bullshit again

praying for the firefox gods to save me once more...

More coping with the lovechild pt 1 💕

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Sketched a couple of pals while waiting for my bus

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controversial opinion

the sixth love language is ‘similar meme literacy’

People who are pansexual are:

attracted to persons regardless of their gender 

and/or attracted to all genders

people with a really pretty PRIDE flag

we are not:

special bisexual snowflakes

calling bi people transphobic 

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My anxiety feels more like what i would imagine having a mini black hole in your chest would feel like

It centers around your heart and pulls, the pressure and stress trying to pull you from within rather than exterior pressure weighing down on you

Your lungs stuggle to inflate because they must pull against this black hole. Speaking is hard because it's gravitational pull grips at your throat and holds to the back of your tongue.

It makes you hunch, pulling your shoulders closer, forcing you smaller, your hands fumbling to grasp at anything thatll pull you free from its grip

Your legs like lead as they fight to keep your knees from surging to your chest, lest they give in and you fall prey to this black hole's terrifying depth

Your head tilting down, glancing wildly for help or danger, your thoughts pressed flat against its temporary seige

Sometimes it's a roaring energy that settles heavy in your cells, demanding safety in its purest and devestating form

Sometimes it's quiet, like a small breeze, where you can tuck your sleeves a just little tighter, and it was like you never felt the tug at all

And yet its silent, invisible. You are the black hole you are desperately trying to escape from.

Funny how people assume, then, that because they cannot see your black hole, that it cannot be as bad as you say it is.