Willow you can stop wearing any gold clothes you can get your hands on we fucking GET IT ALREADY
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I’ve been feeling off all morning, anxious and a little nauseous and I didn’t understand why until I had to sit down for lunch and every. single. sound. makes me want to kill everybody in the room
Please for the love of god lift your fork without scraping it against the plate, do you HAVE to chew with your mouth open when you’re eating crunchy veggies, is there really a reason you have to slurp that loud???? ;w;
Ah, so it’s an overstimulation kind of day ✌🏼 rip
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I have like 10 things on my mind I wanna talk about
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at a park and one of the girls in the group is being so fucking loud
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Cellbit comparing himself to Frodo from LOTR for like ten minutes in a desperate analogy to let Bad know he’s being blackmailed by the federation, then at the end of it all going “yknow, Frodo is gay. Like really gay. Absolutely gay” he’s so real for that
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Greed leaving Ling's body will forever haunt me because I can't stop thinking about Ling feeling empty inside now that he's gone. Being just a little bit angry at him for letting go of his hand, even if he knows it would've meant going with him. It's just the frustration of filling Greed's emptiness with love right before his death but in consequence, Greed leaving him a deeper, hollower sting in his heart. It's not the need for love but the lack of it, always remembering how it felt inside and knowing it will never be the same again and having to live with it.
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i turn 29 on july 1st. i feel like i make a lot of these notes to myself, to check in. hi, me, here's what's happening.
hi, me. hi, you, too, if you keep reading. here's some rules i have been following:
when a book is bad, i put the book down. i choose something i like instead. when i don't like a movie, i don't make myself watch until the end. i care less and less what people think about me and focus more on being a good friend.
for the 6 months or so, i've been asking people what they think should be my next book or tv show. i ask them where i should go on a walk next week. i ask them what food i should try next, what hobby. and then i write it down in front of them.
the truth is some stuff slips through the cracks. but most of the time? within two weeks, i get to send my favorite kind of text - so i tried the thing you were talking about and !
i have a new policy for split-second choices - it's better to try it. i have social anxiety. i have to talk myself into doing many things. i am constantly battling the desire to run away as far as my feet will take me. and then i stand up and i do the thing anyway. i make myself act and dance and sing. sometimes, yes, i know-immediately never again, i hate this. but most of the time - i just have fun with it.
i have a new mantra - nobody is scorekeeping. at the end of my life, there will be no grand reading of how many calories i'd been eating. no reviews on how many boring documentaries i forced myself through, no calculation on how many hours i endured an extremely dull educational podcast. and so what if i try karaoke and i don't actually nail it? so what if i stumble over my words while trying to make a public announcement? so what if i wear something too-showy to go to the grocery store? nobody there knows me, and: nobody's keeping score.
life doesn't resolve with a grade (i know, i was as shocked as everyone else when i realized it). i am not falling behind, because there's no curriculum to life that i should be following. there are no checkpoints; nobody is making sure i have a fully-furnished life resume. i am just here for as long as the earth will have me, and i get to decide what makes me happy.
i don't have a partner or a house or anything that is supposed to belong to people-my-age. i spend most of my time focusing on being kind, compassionate, ready to listen without restraint.
and honestly? i feel good. like actually. i kind of like it this way.
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what if!!!!! robin and vickie becomes steve's protection squad. what if they are like,,
"🤨🙄" to j*nathan every time he tries to be snarky and mean???
WHAT IF someone finally decides to defend him instead of being mean to him????
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so let me get this straight. last night during iwby alex added a line from the original poem singing "let me be your raincoat, for those frequent rainy days" and today miles posts a whole ass ig reel showing off his coats with the caption "coat season x".............. oh they make me SO sick..............
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Jason: *just vibing, thinking his thoughts*
Bruce: What?
Jason: What do you mean what?
Bruce: You were smiling
Jason: Am I not allowed to be happy?
Bruce: You are, but that was just, like, an evil smile
Jason: *offended, turning to Dick* Bruce thinks I have an evil smile
Bruce: I don't think you have an evil smile, just that particular smile looked evil
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