ppl r sleeping on pink floyd i think
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so i binged these shows cause the hyperfixation is hyperfixating and i can't believe these two fuckasses ended up being my favorite characters. literally what is wrong with me
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taking everything in my power to not go on another ts4 CAS download spree then add it all in, and organize my dl folder again and then spend 3 hours doing makeovers of sims I'm never going to play and then not touch it again for 4 months.
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Why does my dad build jenga towers out of plates, they're so easy to stack. Why does he need 3 forks to spread butter on his bread when he could use a single butter knife. why does he cut that bread before unwrapping it and then complain that there's Clingfilm in his sandwich
scientists may never know but please don't be like him
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* SLAMS ON TABLE * YET ANOTHER FUCKING REDESIGN!!!! BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON THIS ITALIAN BITCH RIGHT HERE HAS NO FUCKING CONTROL-
AHHHHHHHHHH-
With everything
Without everything
Colour pallet
LOOK LOOK A RAT TAIL-
BECAUSE I'M A RAT MONKIE- NOT A MONKIE, A RAT MONKIE
THEY MORE FLOOFY AS WELL- BECAUSE FLOOF
《 TAGSSSSS》
@sketched-monkei
@wolfloupen
@callummarino
@lec743
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reblog only if you’ve received less than 1000 boops! we can all get each other to “max”
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Had a dream where mini golf was added to the Olympics. And one of the Olympic mini golf athletes lost the gold because she hit the windmill.
And she tweets with a picture of the windmill and the caption “bout to go through my Don Quixote phase” and honestly I think that’s the funniest thing my brain has ever come up with.
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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"bluntly honest" autism but in the sense that i absolutely cannot refrain from complimenting strangers if i like their earrings or their shirt or i think they have a friendly-sounding laugh or i think their art is beautiful or i think the fic they wrote portrays the characters so well. "bluntly honest" doesn't have to mean "mean". i love to tell people things that are kind and also true.
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