It's Been A Long Couple Of Days From Helping With A Community Project Working Events And Spending Time

Me getting really emotional whenever someone correctly genders me is one of the most pitiful things that I've ever seen. Me getting all happy and excited/really sappy is really sad because I'm like a beggar on the street looking for some spare gender euphoria when someone calls me anything I can associate to masculinity in the slightest.

I love how 3 dimensional people can be!

Theres this guys I know who is a complete horror nerd, and loves The Walking Dead. Recently, found out that he collects and reads the babysitter's club.

And I just think thats wonderful

After careful research I've discovered that ...

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I'm shit at flirting.

I was recovering from a meltdown with some tunes and candle light

My social life can be described with the phrase "odds and ends", partially because the phrase itself is about random/extra small things, and also because all the people I know are either weird as shit or absolutely fucking hate me.

Tumblr: “you have the same kinda humor and posts as this person! here have some of their posts”

Puki: “ofcourse I know him, he’s me”

Why do you recommend me me tumblr?

Edgar Allan Poe

I always knew I needed to keep a clear mind. It was helpful in every sense, but I found it so difficult to achieve, especially when I was conscious of my state of mind. I held my head in my hands, bent over with my elbows digging into my knees. The green park bench didn't help anything either, it was rough, uneven and uncomfortable. The air around me was cold but not harsh on my skin, and gentle winds tousled my hair and swept it to a side. The kindly breeze kept me company, I think it was the only things stopping me from crying.  I inhaled slowly, pushing my hair back with a hand. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the old bench, one of the planks dug into my back but I didn't mind. My head tilted towards the sky, I steadied myself. Slowly, like the forest waking from winter, I opened my eyes. The sky was a light gray, it wasnt unusual to see this sort of cloud cover, even early in spring. Unfortunately, the world told me it wasn't going to rain. I stay stilled for several moments, taking in everything. The smell of late winter, the taste of coffee still resting on my tongue, the sound of the winter rustling the bare limbs of trees. As I breathed, becoming one with my atmosphere, a small speck of white came into vision against the only slightly darker sky. It gently danced through the air and was quickly joined by friends like it. The snowflakes laughed like children and ran around, hopping, skipping and jumping as they descended down through the air, become calmly landing on my face and glasses. I smiled despite myself and previous mood, isn't it funny how quickly things can change? How quickly the walzt of snow fall turned into a slumber and blankets the world in white.

Good weather always brings out the best in my writing

Sometimes it doesn't even need to be related to the inspiration! One time I really needed to pee, and that inspired a slice of life, coming of age story about a group of JDs in the modern day. And pee comes into it a total of one times.

My inspirations for making all my stories:

I'm doing an action and that action could be a story!

I'm listening to a song and that song could be a story!

I'm feeling an emotion and that emotion could be a story!

I'm copeing using escapism!

I like this story and can't get it out of my head!

I have an issues with this story and want to fix it!

I can't sleep!

Let's not forget the show specific ones,

"this anime tied me to the back of a truck and dragged me around" - Trigun

"this show made me an orphan and then killed my cool uncle" -a series of unfortunate events