because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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Thinking about Crowley after S2E6
Thinking about him trying to stay intoxicated so he'll forget
Thinking about how it's never enough
Thinking about him getting rid of the plant Aziraphale complimented one time a year ago
Thinking about him trying desperate measures to get rid of the hurt
Thinking of how he likely had some of his memory lost/taken when he fell
Thinking of the theory that Muriel used to be a higher-ranked angel, and was in a similar situation to Gabriel
Thinking of Crowley begging Muriel to miracle away his memories of heartbreak
Thinking of her surprise when it actually works
Thinking of the look on Aziraphale's face when Crowley doesn't remember him
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"They're weird and dark and crazy, everything you pretend not to be."
- "You're right. I am weird and dark and crazy."
"I like that I don't have to think for myself!"
"He took your home, brainwashed your friends, and is in control of the government. I think we're being fair."
"She's not dead, she's just having an extensional crisis."
"You are beautiful and so smart and it kills me to see you think you're not good enough."
"You have to make them believe you're complacent, then you drop their guard and you take your power back."
"You play with their jealousies and petty personalities and turn them against each other."
"That's why I was created. To be basked in the warmth of your gaze."
"I don't know who I am without you."
Random quotes from the Barbie movie that I see whump potential in and yes I'm writing this in the theatre as it's playing. I'm watching with my friends because they insisted. 7/10, I want a world run by horses.
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my recent favorite thing to do with my free time is begin digging online for things pertaining to sephiroth. and i mean digging i mean i was finding fanart that was excavated from fansites before they died. anyways i found an article written pretty recently about ffvii and how sephiroth himself helped the author connect to judaism and im actually ill because this also happened to me.
he was always jewish to me
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