I Have Been Given Many Things To Cry Over This Weekend, And None Of Them Were Fictional, And Also I Wasn't

I wish I could stand by the sun and look at it without being blinded so that I can truly appreciate just how big it really is. I think that would be beautiful.

Sometimes I get the sudden urge to reread a series from when I was younger and sometimes the book is not immediately available to me so by the time I get the books the feeling is gone and I no longer feel nostalgic and so I don’t reread the books.

One of my fears is that I'll one day become famous through writing novels, but one well-meaning person is going to try and cancel me for plagiarizing the story idea from online, and then I will have to prove my innocence by revealing both my Wattpad and my Tumblr accounts

Why do people ship Race and Spot from Newsies? They never meet, why are you shipping them? I don’t see the appeal? I need a full on analysis for this.

Not just for this, I need a full on analysis for any ship that isn’t partially explored or at least aesthetically obvious. Like, Jack Frost and Elsa? They never meet but understandable, ice magic for the win. Mycroft and Lestrade? No! They don’t have any screen time together, how did this happen? Spot and Race? WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THIS FROM

The one time I ever got caught passing notes in class left me very confused, because it had been reading time and the teacher always let us do our own thing as long as we were quiet, so while she was reading, I gave the girl next to me a note saying that I liked her drawing. She wrote back with another compliment, and we just exchanged them back and forth a few times before the teacher suddenly snapped up the paper and read it. She often read notes out loud to the class, but she didn’t that time, and then she told us to not write notes again. Excuse me, miss, this is READING TIME AND YOU ARE INTERRUPTING THE CLASS BY STOPPING A COMPLIMENT EXCHANGE

For like a year in junior high, I asked people to call me Dustin, which is not my name. I don’t really remember why I wanted them to call me Dustin but I think it was because my favorite character at the time was named Dustin and I thought he was the coolest dude ever because he had a motorcycle. And then in high school I had to work with this girl on a project and she called me Dustin, and it unlocked memories I had long since forgotten. And I remembered that just now because they took most of the Power Rangers series off Netflix.

I realised the reason I love reading those romantic xReaders so much is because my fear of always being left behind runs deep enough that it bleeds into fiction. I assume everyone is going to leave me once they get a crush and/or fall in love, so especially when I'm reading xReaders, I have to be reading the romantic ones, because I know that as long as the characters like me romantically, they'll never leave me. I realised this when I read a completely platonic one, and I was uncomfortable. I was complaining to myself that I much preferred the romantic ones, which were much more fun and interesting. But when I got to the end, I thought about how if I had that friendship in real life, I would have felt so fulfilled! So I reread it, and it was so cute and fluffy and wholesome and I loved it! But I wondered what the character would do if he ever fell in love with someone else. And then it hit me.

I fear even a fictional character, in a fictional scenario that I can control just by thinking about it, leaving me for a romantic entanglement.

I am not okay.

My friend wasn’t texting me back for three days when she usually only takes two hours at most, so I was getting worried about her and kind of low-key figured well maybe she got tired of you, but then she got in touch and told me that her phone wasn’t working and that she didn’t want me to worry, and then she said that she missed me because she wasn’t able to respond to my texts, and that just made me smile a lot.

Edit: It turns out she wasn’t getting my texts at all, BUT THE POINT STILL STANDS SHE WAS STILL MISSING ME AND I STARTED MISSING HER TOO

I sure don’t remember taking my trash out, so someone must have snuck in and replaced it while I was asleep. I wonder who it was.

Midoriya, barely conscious while healing in a hospital: UA. . . can you even imagine it?

Bakugo: We go to school at UA, Deku. We live there.

Midoriya: Oh.

Midoriya: . . .

Midoriya: But can you imagine it?