No No They Have A Point, Go On

I have anxiety. Had it for ages. No, putting myself out there will not solve it.

I decided to give in to instincts for understanding triggers, symptoms and after effects. One such instinct led me to today. This time, I am typing out my report for my review.

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My Mind in its Abstract Splendour

[Amusing myself and my anxiety] Post #1 – Spelling and Grammer

I have anxiety. Had it for ages. No, putting myself out there will not solve it. I decided to give in to instincts for understanding trigger

I decided to surf through thr bi culture tag today and boy am I feeling called out ?????

microdosing on validation from English teachers (gay)

1. I have 7 open stories, all which I intend to finish when hell freezes over

2. I eat my fries in odd numbers

3. I have 1 piercing, I hope to get tattoos someday

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1. I eat my French fries first.

2. I like jazz.

3. I have two tattoos.

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My socially anxious heart loves this

reasons people might be looking at you in public (that aren’t negative)

they like what you’re wearing.

you look like someone they know.

they recognize a piece of clothing or accessory you’re wearing.

they think you’re beautiful or attractive.

they’re zoned out or bored and people-watching.

they recognize you from somewhere.

they’re hesitating to ask you something or give you a compliment.

they’ve seen you in that same place before.

you caught their eye.

you look like how they imagined a fictional character to look.

you remind them of something.

they’re admiring one of your visual qualities (smile, stance, hairstyle).

How. The. Heck. Did they go through multiple dancing lessons without having The Conversation? Like literally how

Skittles, your guess is as good as mine, to be very honest.

Like, can you imagine how much Sherlock was dying inside, but still doing it all in hopes that John would ask Sherlock for one last dance at the wedding; and John just trying to convince himself that it’s for the best that he never told Sherlock… that he’s actually happy with Mary?

Can you imagine the wistful touches, hands “accidentally” slipping to the nape of a neck, or under a shirt on the hip, or at the top of a bum?

Can you imagine the glow of candles reflecting in each other’s eyes, each staring deep into the other’s eyes, wanting to say all the things they meant to say?

Can you imagine Sherlock being able to feel John’s pulse in John’s palms, and John seeing it on Sherlock’s neck?

Can you imagine the words ALMOST slipping out, but both too scared to lose what they have? Trying to convince themselves that this is enough?

Can you imagine them struggling to separate each night? Foreheads touching, fingers brushing against knuckles and thumbs rubbing on palms? Breathing each other’s air, lips SO CLOSE that they can almost taste the kiss that they will never share?

Can you imagine how long John takes to leave waffling between the door and his jacket, and then lingering on the stairs as the stare at each other, watching each other as John leaves? And Sherlock watches John leave down the street until John is out of sight?

Can you imagine?

Can you.

CAN YOU.

Make-believe

It’s an underrated word to describe the most powerful tool of mankind. Imagination. The ultimatum of creativity. No two conjured images will ever be the same. One can build a whole universe while on a 10 minute bus journey. That which gave us the happiness of discovering Hogwarts, the glory of finding the ring, or the triumph of winning the hunger games. Creation, is right here. This is genesis and destruction. Beginning and the end. Just one single idea. And the world, as we know it, has changed.

Oh how I wish this comes true

last scene of supernatural is sam, dean, and cas leaning against the impala, beers clinking. no one speaks; their work is done and they can finally, finally just hold on to this moment, together. they take in the sunset, the still-warm metal of baby’s hood, the soft rustling of the breeze through grass and leaves. and like it isn’t everything, like it’s the simplest thing he’s done in his long, hard-won life cas reaches down to lace his fingers through dean’s. they keep their gaze to the sky, so it’s only the sinking sun that sees the way dean nearly breaks in relief, its orange glow catching the shine in his eyes and quiet turn of his lips. it casts shadows long and dark behind them, almost phantom in their presence, but the three men don’t look back to see. dean leans into the warmth instead, and against the steadfast fabric of castiel’s shoulder he rests his weary head.

Miette!!!!!!!!!

We just knew.

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Thank you, love. And you remember this too

Protect brown girls who are part of the LGBT+ community

You are not broken. You are not confused. You are not dirty. This is not “just a phase”, and even if your sexual or romantic orientation changes over time, it doesn’t mean your feelings and identity right now aren’t valid.

Please don’t believe people who say you are simply mistaken, or that you are broken, because you are not. You are brave, and you are strong, and you are resilient, and you are beautiful, and you deserve to be loved and accepted just as much as the next person.