something terrible and monstrous is inside me [being in my 20s]
it really is so exhausting being fat bc fatphobia is so ubiquitous and still so socially acceptable. like people might pay lip service to body positivity but that hasn't really changed the cultural landscape so far. it's a near certainty that any media i engage with, no matter how much i enjoy it and how progressive it otherwise is, will contain some reminder of how repulsive and laughable society finds my body, especially if it's a comedy. that's really fucking alienating. if i made "contains no fatphobic jokes" a prerequisite for my media consumption i would end up with a very short list.
everyone has a ship thats just: theyre perfect. they hate each other. theyre married. they havent spoken in 15 years. they have date nights three times a week. theyre divorced. theyre pining, its unrequited. its requited. theyre starcrossed. theyre meant to be. theyre doomed by the narrative. they love each other. theyve never held hands. they wont stop making out at parties. they cant look each other in the eye
nobody tears through library books quite as fast as a 12 yr old girl with no friends
One thing about me is I would always prefer the found family be unhealthily codependent little freaks than “grow up” and become people that only see each other or talk on special occasions. I want them ENMESHED in each other’s lives PERMANENTLY.
Women in STEM (Smut, Trauma, Enemies to lovers, Masquerade balls)
“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember
"how can you remember that" I remember Everything. unless I forget
i watch baseball for the side quests
throwback to 2021 when the exact same player started doing this extended water bottle bincoculars sight gag in the dugout
this is the same guy who also made himself a fruit cocktail midgame. he is The manic pixie dream girl
im just inescapably sad even though im trying so hard to be grateful and productive and self sufficient and happy
wanting time to pass because life is hard to deal with at the time vs the never ending anxiety over the passage of time
getting dressed trying to ignore the media brainwashed insecure mean 13 yo girl inside my head
also just remembered i am gonna die one day and i’m worried about like the visibility of my stomach and the acne on my cheek. girl get a grip
you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”
Everyone should be able to express their small and mean opinions to someone who won't clutch their pearls about it. Being a bitch is a human right
When Mary Shelly wrote "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other" god I really felt that
i’d get so much done if it wasn’t for the overwhelming urge to not do anything
who am I without a piece of jewellery to fiddle with
"what's your dream job??" Uhh to have 17 weird little hobbies that I don't have to be good at and hang out with friends. I get money via being the world's specialist little princess
Fanfic writers spend years trying to come up with realistic “bed sharing” scenarios, and the X-Files writing team drops a cow through the roof of Mulder’s motel room.
the cunt who makes my life decisions (me) and the idiot who has to live with them (also me) somehow have diametrically opposed world views how am i supposed to live like this






