Hey Guys I Survived The Show I Was Running!!!!!! I’m Baaaaaack!!!!!! And Mentally Illllllllll!!!!!!

19 is such an unromantic age for spring. in winter it’s all well and good, it serves like an overcoat and scarf. it coats all embarrassment about who you are in a thick layer of frost and ennui- so what if i’m boring. winter serves as a modifier to the shame of being boring while young. it’s winter, i’m 19, light my cigarette about it. but in spring? and, god forbid, summer? it seems almost chaste, as a number. to be 18 in summer was monumental, a symbol of incredible, defining freedom, a maidenhead and a maiden voyage all at once, even if i knew as i was 18 that it was humiliating to be 18. but 19? in spring? that winter ennui is remaining even now that the frosts are melting. how horrifically embarrassing it is to be 19 in spring! hustler and virgin all in one. i don’t even like good music.

Harry du Bois dying in a glue trap

I miss fated so much, Sylnan was my baby girl and now shes gone :(

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hmm. potential.

an idea i had i think tumblr would like

also velrisa would be a vampire hunter. in this essay i will

Suns out. flowers are blooming. birds are chirping. yaoi shit is happening to me. maybe it'll all be ok

me @ my mutuals

i’m writing porn.

want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons

i need to be asleep but i was gripped by the sudden need to refine an old velrisa design idea

kevin’s doing well by the way i did his laundry yesterday and he has a phone now. hope things continue to go well for him

im gonna start a charity that will pair every “i hate small talk, tell me something deep” man with a homeless or elderly person who doesn’t often get a chance to talk with people. them mfs do not mess around. today a man told me that i had received 11 thousand blessings in the span of my lifetime without knowing my fucking name. and do you wanna know what? kevin was right. i have.