“He’s clingy”
my self esteem goes from 'i'm not even worthy of breathing' to 'i am your queen. bow down to me' and there is no in between
She did not OMG
BYE
She CAN play any role
how do you have such fast internet in africa :O
we use coconut fibers to make ethernet cords brb my lion’s running away
wifi in africa>wifi in the phils. #sorrynotsorry
sharpay diem is a latin term meaning to bop bop bop bop to the top
tag urself im wordie
wordie and scribbly
dear people who ship canon,
Being aroace is so weird sometimes. On one hand, I’m a hopeless romantic. I ship my OTPs hardcore. I will dig through the deepest pits of the Internet to find the best fanfictions, the loveliest fanart, the coolest aus and headcanons and etc. because I love those pairings so much. I want my favorite characters to fall in love and have fluffy scenes full of laughter and nose kisses and falling asleep on each others’ shoulders. I want my friends to find love and to be happy. Seeing couples makes me so giddy inside because I love love and seeing cute romance is the best thing ever.
And on the other hand romance is everywhere and I’m sick of it. It’s in almost every novel, show, movie, etc. The biggest gossip is which celebrity is dating which celebrity. These new popular dystopian worlds are full of love triangles and unnecessary romantic drama that doesn’t fit into the main plots at all. I live for single main characters that don’t have a lover and are kick-butt on their own. When I hear about rag-tag groups of friends that stick together/move in together/throw romance out the window and focus on their platonic relationships the most it makes me so happy!
Sometimes it gets confusing being so into romance and so sick of it at the same time. I get caught up in the fluff and start wondering about what it would be like to have a partner. I imagine us making pancakes in our pajamas, throwing flour at each other as we giggle and act way too immature for our age, jumping up on the counter to turn and kiss-
and then UGH GROSS because that’s hella disgusting, why would I want those slimy pink worm things on your face to touch my lips because that sounds unsanitary and weird. The whole image is shattered as I realize that while making pancakes and acting silly does sound fun, I don’t feel any romance behind it. I also want the person to leave afterwards because I need the house to myself for a few hours after having all that fun. I don’t want any romantic commitment behind anything because it’s confusing and sounds tiring and the only person I want to live with is a dog.
It’s just a big confusing mess of feelings, but I’m okay with it. :)
thank you for explaining my life




