Good Trope: Character Yelling, "It's Not What It Looks Like!" While Doing Exactly What It Looks Like.

Reblog if you're a writer who re-reads their own work for funsies.

The local sandwich shop has a regular ass grilled cheese. They call it the 'Guilty Pleasure'. Us theatre kids frequent it, and I have had to branch out in what I order just because I can't for the life of me look the man behind the counter in the eye with a straight face and say 'yeah, I'll have the Guilty Pleasure'. No matter how many of my friends order it with no problem, I just can't...

On the other hand, the sandwich I usually get now is pretty damn good and I probably wouldn't have tried it if I had just stuck with... the Guilty Pleasure.

one thing about tumblr at least here they’re just called “posts”. Saying “I saw this tweet/reel/tiktok/short” makes me feel like I’m ordering at a restaurant where they make you say Texas Tom’s Nut-Slappin Griddle-Chizzle instead of grilled cheese

When the seating arrangement so bad you have to email the teacher during class

There are no words that I could ever use to fully describe how much I hate the US healthcare system.

I'm a teenager. I should be worrying about the grade I'm gonna get on my math test, not if asking to go to the doctor for the excruciating pain in my legs will make it so my family can't afford food.

I shouldn't be feeling guilty for going to the hospital for mental health care four times two years ago. I should feel happy that I'm in a better place because I've made progress, not because it means I won't make my parents spend money on that anymore.

I should be able to be a teenager. I'd love a life without health issues, but I know that's not possible. What is possible is a world where I can focus on getting better without even thinking twice about asking for care. A world where people don't end up dying because they can't afford treatment. A world where I'm worried about my condition because it's not good for me, not because I don't want my family to struggle financially.

Me: literally just chilling about to sleep

My brain: cooking up the most disturbing, detailed, horrible, gut-wrenching intrusive thought ever

Me: don't do it...

My brain: here's an image of your abuser sitting over your motionless body and eating through your flesh and organs. I made it myself.