i give feels

omg i made the mistake of giving my phone number to this girl i know from college days & now it hasn’t even been 24 hrs and she’s texted me 11 times and these are like texts that each run the entire length of my phone screen 😫😫😫😫 and she sent me three selfies of herself?????

Augh, so I thought I must’ve just slept funny on my arm two nights ago, but I guess all the skidding around my bike was doing day before yesterday (lots of loose gravel on the trails) meant I was yanking the handlebars around to try and correct, and I guess this is an old injury flaring up, which is apparently a thing that happens now. At least it’s just the one arm.

Don’t break both arms at the elbows, kids. It’s still annoying years later.

the metric I try to use for myself is ‘who would feel safe around me,’ y'know? & of course I mess up, and if I’m lucky it isn’t super public, but like… consider why someone wouldn’t feel safe around you. And like. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you do, there will always be people who don’t feel comfortable around you - not because of physical violence, but because of what you will or won’t challenge.

also my dash is p dead rn so i’m sorry for the spam, i’m going to bed istg, but i just wanted to make another mushy post saying that i srsly love everyone i’ve ever had the pleasure of interacting with here, from likes to memes, to threads to smol ooc chats: i appreciate every single one of u & i love u ♥ u might be thinking that’s weird like i don’t really know u or u me but trust me when i say you matter to me. u reading this? if you feel ever like u want to talk, my ims are open to everyone and so is my askbox ♥

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I only have a short window before my body changes…

…Yeah I’ll say.

My version of Older!Yurio dump.

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The lengths I would go to hear her laugh — there were no limits. I loved her and loved making her laugh. She would do these crazy things and make me do these crazy things, but I really don’t think they were crazy after all. In a way, it was a defense mechanism for her. She was so off the wall, she could use it as protection. Part of what was so poignant about her was that she was vulnerable, that there was this glimmer of a little girl that was so appealing and it roused the protective nature in my personality.

I’m grateful that we stayed friends and got to have this second act with the new movies. I think it was reassuring to her that I was there, the same person, that she could trust me, as critical as we could sometimes be with each other. We ran the gamut over the years, where we were in love with each other, where we hated each other’s guts. “I’m not speaking to you, you’re such a judgmental, royal brat!” We went through it all. It’s like we were a family.

When you were in her good graces, you couldn’t have more fun with any person on the planet. She was able to make you feel like you were the most important thing in her life. I think that’s a really rare quality. And then you could go 180 degrees opposite, where you were furious with one another and wouldn’t speak for weeks and weeks. But that’s all part of what makes a relationship complete. It’s not all one sided. Like I say, she was a handful. She was high maintenance. But my life would have been so much drabber and less interesting if she hadn’t been the friend that she was.