OH GOD, I’M STILL LAUGHING.
Becky why did you have to bring that to my attention.
WHY DID ANYONE LET ME ON THE COMPUTER
Trying to explain that polo shirts make me feel physically sick makes me look ridiculous but I cannot wear them without wanting to vom and I don’t want to pay £15 for it when I can’t touch them without feeling the need to wash my hands.
WHY MUST I HAVE DEVELOPED SUCH A STRANGE AVERSION TO THEM AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE.
The thought of having to share a bathroom with people next year worries me quite a lot, ngl.
Anyone who can tell me the music track on the Avenger’s trailer gets a share of my first-born.
Look, I didn’t want to cause trouble, I just get really tired of this notion that the things I love and the things that make me happy are things I need to be ashamed of. Like going outside in a video game shirt is the stupidest thing i could do if i want to be liked because there are PEOPLE WHO MIGHT SEE ME!!! I want to share what I love with the world because it’s part of who I am and if people are uncomfortable with who I am why would I want to know them anyway? I’m the same unabashed passionate member of fandom irl that I am online and I have friends and a boyfriend and sex and I don’t get why I live in a society that thinks that’s some freak anomaly. Share what you love! Be happy! Don’t shame others because you are indoctrinated onto thinking that you’re superior for hiding what you like because you think it’s what you’re supposed to do.
Fandom shamers are the worst.
LIES AND FALSEHOODS
I got my UK 16-25 Railcard today!!!!!
God, I look so dead in my photo.
Literally a mugshot.
I see your rail card and raise you my passport photo.
My mum bought me a new duvet cover so she could take my current one home to wash and I just put it on and she’s gone home now and I just realised there’s no pillow cases and the pillow cases are £28 and I can’t afford that shit.
“i’m hilarious” i whisper to myself as i continue making shitty text posts that get 2 notes
You know when you’re at that level of stress where your mind goes “nothing is working, nothing is going right, can I just lie in my bed forever curled into a ball in the warmth of my duvet and die here” and you actually feel physically weak and somehow that gets your mind too and you can’t focus or think properly and part of you wants to smash the computer your work is on but you don’t have the energy?