You’re socially awkward. You should try making friends. The way you
laugh is weird. You need to lose some weight. Get a boyfriend. Don’t
spend so much time on the internet. Study more, relax less. Your outfit sucks.
No one will ever love you if you don’t start acting friendlier. That test was
so easy, how could you fail it? You look so tired, it’s repulsing. What’s wrong
with you, can’t you speak properly? Stop complaining about being bullied, there
are people that have it worse than you!
Voltage inc. men:
This is my healthy obsession.
each time you make me feel worthless, lonely, abnormal, or insecure, I find
relief in these words of comfort. Because, whenever the truth of my existence
tries to tear me down, I’ll always have my dreams, my fictional characters, and
my little otome world. Because, despite being stuck in this shallow, judgemental
society, I know that I can freely swing from a universe to another. Because I
am given the opportunity to live inside my head, away from you.
think I am detached from reality? You’re wrong. I am deeply, emotionally, and
entirely connected to the reality of my own feelings, my own pleasure, my own
self… I am blind and immune to your idiotic rules, your typical expectations,
your mocking laughter, and your unjustified insults. I choose to acknowledge the people, things and activities
that make me happy. I choose to convert reality as I enjoy it, turning it into my own happiness. I am a human being. I am able to create my own reality.
be ashamed of loving the strange things that make your weird little heart
Otome games make me happy. It’s as simple as that.
This is a post of appreciation. Voltage, thank you for putting a smile on my face, whenever I feel sad. :)
(That ended up sounding more dramatic than I expected. But I hope I am not the only one that feels this way. xD)
“This is a terrible idea,” Dorian says, squinting at the monstrous beast sprawled carelessly in the valley below. “Absolutely terrible. The worst idea in all the history of bad ideas. Corypheus must be taking notes, somewhere.”
“You wanted a dragon tooth,” Herah snickers, one eyebrow arched in an expression that would normally make Dorian threaten violence, but then, he loves her so. “We’re getting you a dragon tooth.”
“Could do without the rest of the dragon, though,” Dorian mutters, taking a deep breath. “If I die, I am going to be the crankiest, bitchiest arcane horror in the world.”
“Don’t joke about that,” she says, sobering a little.
Dorian snorts and refuses to back down, if only because he’s very likely about to commit suicide via dragon, and even in his wildest fantasies, he never quite envisioned himself capable of this.
“I can and will joke about that,” he retorts, grip on his staff tight enough it hurts. “If I’m going to go down, I’m going to leave a goddamn crater in my wake.”
“You’re not going to die,” Herah insists, grinning wryly. “You’re gonna kill a dragon and make Bull cry.”
“He will, won’t he?” Dorian marvels, looking up at her with a delighted little smile tugging at his lips. “He absolutely will, the great big sap.” And then, “I’m not going to ask if you’re ready, because no one is ever ready for fucking dragons, but thank you for indulging my terrible self-destructive urges. I sincerely appreciate it.”