I guess I should eat again. It's been many, many hours.

8 since I had some popcorn.

11 since I had some noodles.

Why is it so hard to keep up with.

Screenshot of a notification from Listifications saying user mods.mobik.zip has added me to a do not interact list supposedly meant for "westplaners," westerners who explain the state of countries they've never even been to.

What the fuck does this even mean.

When have I ever tried to explain the state of Europe to anybody at any point in my life?

Reeks of a fake list to put trans people on.

Or a very stupid individual making up what I said again because they're so obsessive that they have lists for this shit.

Being alone fucking blows, man.

So I have thought about the cute girl a lot today.

Pretty cool, tbh.

I'm still shaking and sick from adrenaline.

Gods. Times like this I wish I had someone else here to reassure me they don't see or smell anything and agree it was a thing falling.

Jumped out of my skin.

Something fell over and hit a water bottle. It made a popping sound soooo similar to a circuit popping it scared the shit out of me.

Especially after my dream about electrical fires earlier.

But there's no smoke or burning smell and evidence of stuff falling so.

But jesus fucking christ.

Okay. What if... um...

I don't really have anything to offer but honesty and emotional investment.

Can't even reciprocate because my BDD is so awful. And I am not beautiful.

Idk. :3

--tries to make it that. His dad's voice is too loud in his head.

Although I guess in early Smallville the jock archetype is actually filled by Whitney. Clark doesn't suit up until like Senior year or something? Maybe I'm remembering wrong.

But he also always leads with kindness, so. And his dip into the jockstrap is not his entire personality, as much as he--

And in choosing it again anyway. And in the moments you choose to not be kind.

Idk. No real point.

It's just really great to see. Nice, even.

Wally diving headfirst into his trauma just because Maddie asks is such a huge thing.

A lot of people look at kindness as a default or a background thing. Passive. Or meek.

But it's a choice. And there's value in seeing those choices played out in stories. In seeing the costs and the consequences.

School Spirits might be the first show ever in the history of forever to have a jock be my favorite.

Unless Clark from Smallville counts. But using Superman is cheating, so. I say nay.

I just like kind people. It's so attractive and engaging.

Puppysitting time.

I love my silly dog so much. :3

Surely this is the one that'll attract people to my dee ems.

a black and white typography edit that reads "my life is better with dykes in it." in all caps. above and below the text are swords. the image is textured to look photocopied.

another one for lesbian visibility week!

Sincere offer in spirit. Let me adore youuuuu.

Okay okay okay.

What if.

I offer you: One infinity of unintelligible but enthusiastic noises...

In exchange for: A lifetime supply of pictures of you being beautiful.

Lmao.

Idk. That's a really hard, serious question, guy.

"What if literally everyone in the world was apathetic and/or self-serving. And we let them keep power anyways. It really makes you think. Impossible problem."

The liberal desire to do nothing, ever, is a really fascinating phenomenon.

Yeah. And I guess that's not how they want things to work.

Yessss. We had big rain last night and today, too.

It's the besttttttt

This is cool af.

Why read the tone properly when you can do a smear campaign instead?

Also, it's weird people are upset about a hypothetical theft when we have seen the biggest transfer of wealth to billionaires *ever* due to shenanigans in the last couple years.

I'd say "be consistent" but their hatred is. 🙃

Phone is now not just installing games without permission... it's installing games themed around my worst phobia.

Thanks, capitalism. Love you soooo much.

Ugh. I just want! Good things!

Keep passing out.

Nightmares about electrical fires. I did manage to put it out with a towel, but...

Super upsetting.

Panic is cool.

Anyways. Brigitte pretty. Shiny people are good for the soul.

Something something unholy thoughts.

Insert something about her lips here.

Woof woof. Wan wan. Bark bark.

I remember, in the beforetimes, my alarm would go off, and I would jump out of bed and just be raring to go.

I could think. I could move.

I didn't appreciate it then. I wish I knew it would only last until I was sixteen.

Weird to think about now.

Unfortunate side effect is I am not creative with compliments when still waking. CFS means I start days really slow and foggy.

And then you add a pretty girl into the mix, which short-circuits my brain at the best of times...

Sorry if I bark like a dog. That's the height of my ability to speak rn.

It's a good day when you wake up to the cute person posting pictures.

^___^