so its the first time im going to have the place to myself for almost an entire week in… years. really really surreal. it’s on good terms and for a joyous reason! but still surreal. i literally cant remember ever having this much time away from my roommate/ex since we got together so long ago
the isolation is fucking with me. i dreamt last night of my blood relatives all in the same house i grew up in and basically speedran my experience of alienation. singled out for asking questions about their religion. scrambling to pick up all my belongings and fumbling things in my hands. everything was in black and white. waking up was both a relief and a worry, thank goodness that's not really happening, but how sad that my dreams consist of this. why do my best dreams have to happen during the day?
i feel stuck here in Seattle. in America. in the world. where do i set my sights on next if this place isn't right? how do i even reach that possibility? how do i convince others that I'm worthy of love and life? how do i find a job worth staying at? and i can't expect a response. these questions will be seen as rhetorical, and no one still in my life has advice that can help me
for legal reasons this is a joke and actually i listened to some neo soul and want to live again
the isolation is fucking with me. i dreamt last night of my blood relatives all in the same house i grew up in and basically speedran my experience of alienation. singled out for asking questions about their religion. scrambling to pick up all my belongings and fumbling things in my hands. everything was in black and white. waking up was both a relief and a worry, thank goodness that’s not really happening, but how sad that my dreams consist of this. why do my best dreams have to happen during the day?
i feel stuck here in Seattle. in America. in the world. where do i set my sights on next if this place isn’t right? how do i even reach that possibility? how do i convince others that I’m worthy of love and life? how do i find a job worth staying at? and i can’t expect a response. these questions will be seen as rhetorical, and no one still in my life has advice that can help me
you know i’ve looked at some of your collective posting habits and, as it turns out, despite my crippling anxiety and trauma, despite everything I struggle to be and not be, I’m actually pretty chill and I like myself a lot
i blocked posts with the word ‘çryptò’ from showing up on my Tumblr dash because of insufferable fïñäñçë ads and such, but in a full calendar year it’s only ever blocked posts from @/cryptotheism, a complete stranger who is apparently hilarious and very popular on this site. this obv isn’t a callout post or anything i just thought that was funny
sorry Knuckles the Echidna, it’s not that you’re not as funny as any popular blog posting essentially word salad and getting 10k notes, it’s just that we HATE YOUUUU
- evil people on The Website conspiring against me and my epic page
look i know the difference between people sharing your posts tumblr is follower count. let’s be honest. you wouldn’t rb a post that just says “canned coochie” and nothing else unless it’s someone you already recognize. i get it. -signed, The Website’s best kept secret
ok which of you is the dictionary and which is the thesaurus
my roommate is listening to Solange in the other room
