Not-enoby

GUYS I FRICKING HATE IMPOSTER SYNDROME. specifically queer imposter syndrome. specifically aspec imposter syndrome. Like am I aroace???? Yes???? Yes?! Yes! Yes I am. I think. I guess. YES. BUT WHAT IF IM NOT. WHAT IF I'M NOT AND I JUST LIED TO EVERYONE THAT I'VE TOLD. but i am. Yeah. But what if im just saying that to convince myself i am but im not. AAAAAAAAAAH. But I am. But it's okay to not be sure!! But ACKKK. what if i wanna date someone eventually. Obviously it's a spectrum but i feel like that would just derail my whole thing. But NO. ack. I've never wanted to like date a specific person but the idea of it is so lovely, like omg. Friendships are incredible. Obviously they have the capacity to be as beautiful as relationships. But I feel like its different somehow?? Idk. The idea of romantic love is amazing. But I don't like anyone. I can't even begin to imagine liking someone. At least no one I know. No offense to like everyone I know but i wouldn't date any of you?? Hello??? Like wdym I'm the outlier here, none if you are attractive, thats your problem hello? SIGH. Anyway. My rant has reconfirmed for myself that I'm aroace. But trust ill be back in a but next time I don't believe myself.

me when someone who has been nice to me every single time we've interacted is nice to me:

omg... you dont hate me?....

AROMANTICISM. YOU AGREE. REBLOG

Frightened by what you see on my blog?

Heh.

A wise reaction... most people feel FEAR upon seeing HIM...

.....His Joker Smile.

.....His Violent Eyes.

..... His Twisted Mind.

Run while you can, Darling. Consider your split-second fearful reaction your head start...

♤♡◇♧I always thought my life was a tragedy // Now I realize, it's a fucking comedy♤♡◇♧

Credit to: user

this is my cat. he's not looking at me and i dont know why :(

are you ugly maybe?

i wish i was in love with a boy,

one with hair made shadows

and eyes full of nebulae,

all moonlight and whispers and

faint caresses down the back of my neck,

whispers sending chills up my spine

murmuring words in the language of the holy.

i wish i was in love with a girl,

one with hair made of sunbeams

and eyes full of summer sky,

all daydreams and hand-holding and

brash laughter chasing away silence,

never ending chatter encircling my mind

declarations in the language of the divine.

but perhaps when cupid strung his bow

and squinted one eye to line up my heart,

his fingers were not yet so adept,

and his arrow landed just beside me.

close enough --

close enough for me to feel

whatever elixir of love

the arrowhead boasted.

but just so far away

that i would only know the image of heartache,

never the pain,

never how it would feel in my own body.

one will long

for even something as terrible as love

if everyone around them

has been struck by it.

just me and my weekly “oh my god i’m gonna be alone forever” aroace angst don’t mind me.

Katara Box

actually this is a scientific girl transformation