Yeah Idk What I Am Anymore

Dude your pinned post is so cool I love all the sparkles ( ˊᗜˋ )b

aa tysm i had fun with making it (except for messing with HTML like....43942348 times....) but thank you thank you i tried to make it cool

oh wiat

HAHA

thats too easy HELLOOOOOO solution

not me having a crisis over stupid countries

did you know that that the muffin man was created to warn kids of a serial killer who would lure kids in an alley with a muffin :>

hey

i have a question

do you

know

the

muffin man????

the muffin man

The muffin man

Do you know the muffin man who lives ondrury lane😋😋😋

nevermind, my family is the walk on eggshells family. its just not all the time. either you have to constantly walk on eggshells the entire day or hours with my father and my mother does nothing about him, or its around both of them, or its around all three of my family members, so my parents and my brother, because my brother will get all touchy and the second i upset him even if its not even my fault i'm getting yelled at.

but like then i think about the kids who have worse off than i do and like...my problems aint that bad. yeah my dad told me im not allowed to say no to him when he wants a hug or anything like that, which is kind of weird but its not like he did anything. yeah, my dad threatens to beat the shit out of me (exact wording) but he only ever hits me when he snaps or when i was younger. yeah my mom told me it would be cheaper if i killed myself but i'm not sure she meant it.

i mean yeah, sometimes they do or say stuff that that really hurts (like today my dad treated me like an inconvenience because right now im on crutches and he even said no matter what i do i'll end up being one because he thought that would make me feel better) but like its not like...they're abusive??? i dont think so i mean yeah some stuff really really sucks and all but they dont hurt me physically

wow i suck at tumblr

i mean technically the ask blog that DID follow mine technically sort of kind of volunteered themselves right????

thats how this works right-

dont talk to me if you say 'i listen and love country' and then tell me all you listen to is like

morgan wallen or something

if thats the only guy you listen to oh buddy you dont know country listen to some george strait

10 Quiet Ways Your Character Is Breaking Their Own Heart (And Pretending It's Fine)

These are the betrayals that aren’t loud. They don’t come with fireworks or screaming matches. These are the small, slow deaths. The ones that your character lets happen... while smiling politely.

» They say yes when they desperately want to say no. Every. Damn. Time. They show up when they're exhausted. They agree to things they hate. They make themselves smaller, softer, easier, because "good people" don’t make waves, right? (Spoiler: they're drowning.)

» They keep chasing people who only love them halfway. It's not even subtle anymore. They know these people leave them on "read," show up late, make them feel like an afterthought. But they cling anyway, spinning every scrap of affection into a story about hope. (It’s not hope. It’s hunger.)

» They refuse to believe good things are meant for them. They’ll hype everyone else up. They’ll believe in everyone else's dreams. But when something finally good lands in their lap? They’ll panic. Push it away. Tell themselves it was a fluke. (Because being disappointed feels safer than being lucky.)

» They’re waiting for closure that will never come. An apology. An explanation. A miracle where someone says, "You were right, and I was wrong, and I’m so sorry." They wait years. Decades. Lifetimes. But deep down, they know: some people never come back. Some stories just end without punctuation.

» They’re hoarding all their "almosts" like treasures. The job they almost got. The love that almost worked. The version of themselves they almost became. They replay those maybes like a greatest hits album. (Meanwhile, real life is slipping by while they mourn possibilities.)

» They’re performing a version of success they secretly hate. Look at the Instagram. Look at the LinkedIn updates. Look at the shiny exterior. It looks like winning. But every trophy they collect feels heavier, not lighter. Every promotion tastes a little more like ash. (Turns out, chasing someone else's dream is still losing.)

» They forgive people who aren’t sorry. Not because they’re enlightened. Not because they’ve healed. But because it’s easier to pretend it didn’t hurt than to sit with the fact that it did—and that the person responsible doesn't care. (Some wounds scar better when you stop pretending they were accidents.)

» They punish themselves for still being soft. The world told them, again and again, that soft things get broken. And they believed it. So every time they feel too much? Every time they cry or hope or trust? They tell themselves they’re weak. Stupid. Embarrassing. (They're not. They're just still alive.)

» They downplay their own magic. They call their talents "lucky breaks." Their beauty "average." Their intelligence "no big deal." They shrug off compliments like they're dangerous. Because deep down, they've been taught that being remarkable makes you a target.

» They cling to the idea that if they just work harder, they'll finally be enough. They believe in meritocracy like it’s a religion. That if they hustle hard enough, self-sacrifice deep enough, burn themselves to ash perfectly enough, someone, somewhere, will finally say, "You're worthy now." (They were always worthy. The system is just broken.)

how does one make an ask blog thingy

im both depending on the story lmao

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'