Had Contractors Come By And Forgot I Was Wearing This Shirt

if you concentrate really hard you can exude all of your microplastics into a thin waxy layer, not unlike that of a babybel cheese

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

shakespeare wasn't lying that tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow can creep in this petty pace from day to day

the secret to life is always having something to look forward to

Being mysterious doesn’t exist in the real life world if you think you’re mysterious and aloof you probably just come off as disinterested and an asshole

"i'm not triggered or upset by or even ideologically opposed to it, i just associate it with something so bad that i can't enjoy it anymore" is such a frustrating relationship to have with a piece of media

Rebecca Sugar cooked with "Character whose entire existence is devoted to the service of another character who's now dead and now they have no idea what to do with themselves except live." I love that shit. I forged myself into a tool for you and now you're gone. I'm sniffing this like a bloodhound

am always obsessed when someone says to a character “call off your dog” about another character.

like in all fairness, fuck victor frankenstein ,, but tbh if i’d spent a shit ton of time on something and it didn’t turn out exactly how i wanted, i too would go to bed and let the situation go completely out of control, resulting in a body count and vengeance arc, honestly

It’s gotten so fashionable on tumblr to hate on The Beatles but who else is going to eat rotten wood and contribute to soil fertility in complex forest ecosystems?