one fairly common experience of gifted children is wishing for pain. wishing you had some great big horrible thing in your past so that you can justify the pain you’re in, and so that you’ll deserve help. it’s exhausting and it fucks you up and to anyone out there who feels like they haven’t suffered enough to get help: you’re allowed to want help. you’re in enough pain. you deserve to feel better
If Xiao was so vigilant, why didn't he come home for Zhongli's sake?
go write three sentences on your current writing project.
キミはね 確かに あの時 私の側にいた いつだって いつだって いつだって すぐ横で 笑っていた 失くしても 取り戻す君を I will never leave you If you wanna battle then I take it to the street Where theres no rules Take off the gloves ref please step down Gotta prove my skillz so get down My lyrical dempsey roll about to smack down now Gotta shoot to kill and shoot the skill Don’t you be afraid mans gotta do how it fells Six to seven to eight to nine ten I flip the script to make it to the top ten, go Dreamless dorm, ticking clock I walk away from a soundless room Mindless night, moonlight melts My ghostly shadow to the lukewarm gloom Nightly dance of bleeding sword Reminds me that I still live Every man’s gotta fight the fear I’m the first to admit it shear thoughts Provoke the new era become a big terror But my only rival is my shadow Rewind then playback and fix my own error Get low to the ground it’s getting better Like I told you before double up I did more shudder L to the J say stay laced here’s my card b Royal flush and I’m the ace
the two images that caused the apocalypse
ok listen dude, you don’t know how badly i need the rock nerd
reblog for good luck
Burn My Dread (from Persona 3) literally goes from “Hello sir, it's nice to meet you" to "Your daughter calls me daddy too”
im sorry, what
i cannot believe that out of all the fandoms, the one to crash ao3 was fucking minecraft
happy annoy squidward day
Hot wedding idea, the worst man, it’s his duty to try and prevent the wedding at all costs.
My writer brain: Write something
Me: Which wip?
My writer brain: None of them.
Me: Do you have a new wip idea?
My writer brain: No
Me: Then what am I supposed to write?
My writer brain: Write something