Astarion IS Shrek 2

Me: Once these friends stop loving me, I can never love again.

My logic: What? They still love you tho?? Why are you saying that, they've given no indication that they're gonna stop.

Me: This is it. I will never use my heart again.

Logic: Literally nothing is happening????

Me: Cruel world, I shame you for hurting me. Tears, I loathe that I need you. Love, I wish I never knew you.

Logic: LITERALLY SHUT UP, YOU'RE FINE??????????

You are doing awesome and I hope you have a wonderful day

Thank you?

I Used to Write

I used to write. I used to have paper and pens and pencils and crayons and markers stuffing my purse to bursting, and I used to USE them. My purse would be full of character ideas and dialogue and descriptions of lights and sounds and emotion. There were words in everything I did, my mind narrating my every action as if I were in a parallel fantasy world.

And now my purse is full of pens that don’t work, pencils with no lead, and half-filled papers with faded words that will never know their fate. My mind only speaks my fears. I feel nothing but regret and longing for a time where I could feel more. I used to write.

THERE WAS A BLUE FOOD IN SLOT 66

WHO LET THIS HAPPEN

I ate it, because I was hungry and it was a bear claw (blueberry flavored), but I’ve never seen anything BLUE in there HOW did that happen

Red stuff behind it, great, but it was BLUE FOOD in a strictly RED FOOD SLOT

IT’S SLOT 66 IT’S MEANT FOR RED FOOD WHAT HAPPENED

“good 4 u” by Olivia Rodrigo but platonically, because I’m still mad at my ex-best friend.

My music is not distracting, because what u did not know was that I know this song and I no longer need to pay attention to what it says. I will forget it is even playing. But it cancels out the Noise of Silence, which is what was distracting me.

The X Files theme came on my playlist and then my mom asked me if my phone was ringing, but I hadn’t heard a ringing, and after I started hearing it, I turned to my phone but it was off. I slowly said no, and then my mom answered her own phone.

I wish people would love each other. I wish so completely that people would be kind and lovely and nice. Sometimes I wonder if people can be good.

I think, if I simply grew up with a good mother, I would be able to believe in the inherent beautiful humanity of people. For now, I have to be wary of even my reflection.

One of the advantages of being a child is that you can say your honest opinion, and people will believe it is an honest opinion. Now that I’m older, I can no longer tell the two wonderful women who had dinner with us that they looked like an elvish princess and a fairy queen, because they would think I’m being over the top and not genuine.

MY ENTIRE SHORT MXTX LIFE I THOUGHT THE GUY IN WHITE ON THE COVER WAS WEI WUXIAN BUT IT’S NOT MY LIFE IS A LIE IT WAS LAN WANGJI THE WHOLE TIME