In Comparison To Denmark, Switzerland Just Seems Better To Me. It’s More Mountainous, And Has A Climate

Sorry love, the only thing fucking me is LIFE

Over time, I’ve found out that if and when two boys, who are almost complete opposites, start calling each other by their last name, it means that they are in love.

How do I politely tell someone that I’m aroace?

There’s this guy in my class that has a crush on me. (There are very obvious signs and I’ve heard his friends talking about how he likes me). I’m friends with this guy and I value his friendship dearly, so I want to be as nice as possible. I really hate to let anyone, especially such a dear friend, down, but I just can’t stand the idea of me being in a romantic and/or sexual relationship.

Do I wait until he confesses that he likes me and then let him down?? Do I casually mention it in a conversation and let him figure it out?? Do I just…not tell him?? I don’t know what to do!! Does anyone have any advice, please?!

I just recently finished Song of Achilles, and…I’m not okay. Yeah, I knew they were going to die, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. And the thing that I can’t get over is that it’s all Achilles fault. If he had chosen a peaceful life with Patroclus, then nothing would have happened to them. Or if he listened to Patroclus when he BEGGED Achilles to fight. My man really got down on his knees and BEGGED, and Achilles said no. So, really, it’s all Achilles fault. Also, I am really glad they finally got to be together in Elysium. If they remained separated then I would have literally found Madeline Miller and forced her to change it. Also, Pyrrhus is a dick.

Thank you for listening to my rant.

So my sister and I went to Barnes and Nobles the other day to get more Percy Jackson books because she started reading the series and we passed a cut-out of Nick and Charlie (from Heartstopper) kissing and she asked if that was Percy and Jason (from Percy Jackson). I burst out laughing and my sister just looked at me like I was crazy.

My depression isn't everywhere, all at once. It isn't always on my mind. It's more like a well. Yeah, it's there, but I don't really acknowledge it sometimes. But other times, usually late at night, the well is highlighted. It's the only thing I can think of, the desire to die lapping against the sides below. Occasionally, it comes up in a bucket and I can't think. Those are the times when I cut, starve, burn, or otherwise hurt myself. Right now, the water is rising and the well is getting larger. It's bigger than it ever has been before, and the skies are looking dark. I just hope that there isn't a flood soon.

So the reason Alastor made a deal with another demon (probably Lilith) is because he wanted to be stronger so no one could control him. Now here’s my idea: Alastor and Vox fell in love, but during a fight, Alastor was hurt because he was paying attention to Vox. Either that or he realized that Vox was holding him back, so he went to Lilith asking that she take away his emotions and give him more power while Lilith gets his soul in return.

Bonus: If and when Alastor breaks out of the deal, he has all the emotions and feeling he had about Vox return to him and they get together.

My parents say they're supportive of me and the queer community, but they seem against it at every turn. They hate on people who support queer folk-call them faggots, weirdos, unnatural, violent, etc. If any media shows representation of a queer person, it's called "pushing" and "unnatural" and "why can't they just show something normal that people actually WANT to see". If my cousin who's a toddler is dressed up in some sparkly clothes and with his hair done up, he's called a "fucking faggot" and immediately told to change unless he wanted to get slapped. I can't even put my hair up in a way that looks too boy-ish because then I'd be "asking for it". Asking for WHAT?! For the right to live life the way I want to and be comfortable with it because people aren't trying to push me down? Cause that's exactly what I'm asking for. I just want to live - what's so wrong with that?

I still like Luke from PJO; I don’t think he’s a villain. Imagine you spend your childhood not knowing who your dad is and being left with a crazy woman who’s also your mother and can’t even recognize you, not to mention the psychotic episodes. Then you decide to run away with a GOLF CLUB for defense and find 2 other lonely kids on the street that you practically adopt and THEN you finally make it to a spot you were suppposed to be safe at only to be ambushed my a monster that kills your best friend who gets turned into a tree. Then you get shoved into a cabin with 50 other kids and never get sent on a quest even though you’ve been there the longest and was a permanent member and newbies are getting sent out despite your experience. And THEN your dead beat father finally sends you on a quest only for you to gain a scar across your eye and to almost die and then come back to camp realizing you still have to sleep in the same place with 50 other random kids. Bro that be traumatizing enough for anyone. Not to mention he’s only 19 and was 14 when he adopted two other kids. Bro just felt angsty for a second and then some dude comes along like “I’ll make everything better, I swear. I’m powerful enough”. ANYONE would take that offer. Then, his is (practically) little sister betrays him and the “good guy” from earlier ends up controlling his mind and possessing his body, making him betray everyone he’s ever loved.

I don't like AI. Sure, it can do things instantly when a human would take months to do it. But that's not the point of art. Art is to express your creativity and thought process. AI strips all that away. Why would I want to look at a painting that was made in two seconds and looks off when I could marvel at one that looks ethereal and I know took the artist weeks of missing sleep and doubting and smeared colours on a canvas? Why would I want to read a flat book with over exaggerated things when I can read one that had wondering walks in a park behind it. That had hours of sitting in a beanbag thinking of another word for "say" because you used it thrice in the last two paragraphs already, that had early morning at IHOP shoveling pancakes into your mouth scribbling an idea onto a slightly dirty napkin only to realize that the idea's already been written before?

AI strips away the soul and heart that makes a piece if work so awe-inspiring. It's dead. Hollow. Utterly useless and undeserving of being compared to the likes of artists everywhere.