My Pronouns Are Her/she. L Layton

i told a friend "what if randall and claire swapped places" and she went. "oh ok so. now they all are gays and lesbians." ....i mean yea h exactly

i once had a really bad fever and i couldn't sleep.

when i finally shut my eyes close just in the right way, i had a terrible dream.

rhythm heaven ds remix 8. then rhythm rally. then the rhfever minigame selection-ish graphics, only 2 rows, tengoku music.

fan club, rhythm rally, marching orders? or was it ringside? hole in one, tap trial? space dance, i reminisce from it.

i wanted to stop. but i couldn't. minigame from minigame.

then, i woke up. i felt like i had been staring at a screen too long. i didn't feel rested at all. my hands felt sore and i didn't want to see rhythm rally again.

hi myself how are you doing <3<3<33<3333

like honest standing man emoji thanks

you know what i love more than motivating my friends with my videogame/shows quotes? demotivating my friends with my videogame/shows quotes. no risk no glory? you know who said that before [spoilers]???? RA

"average kon makes 5 nokones a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average kon makes 0 nokones per year. anotheroneuserofmine, who lives in tumblr & makes over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

Reblog if you are your username :3

hey I'm sorry I stopped in the middle of that sentence my brain decided to flush its cache and I totally forgot what this conversation was

this crashed my computer and took 5 hours to upload from queue. this better make something

. let m e know if oyou want anever worse cvderiosion. im trying not to let this blog die okay

almost extremely bitcrushed and low quality wish kimi o matenakute for you. (i have a very bad cold and i sneezed this)

That's because... they do... they're literally psychics...

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me