Después de dos años de relación aún me siento incómoda cuando mi novio me toca, produce un calor en mi pecho tan grande que logra avergonzarme.
OKAY SO I HAVNT BEEN VERY VOCAL ABOUT HIM BUT TONY STARK HAS MY WHOLE HEART. HES A GOOD BOI THO HE HAS HIS FLAWS HE TRIES TO BETTER HIMSELF. HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE AND TO KNOW THAT HES NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERYHING THAT GOES WRONG. HES SUPER INTELLIGENT AND HE IS ACTUALLY ONE KF MY FIRST F/OS IVE LOVED THIS MAN EVER SINCE I SET EYES ON HIM. I JUST WANT TO WRAP HIM IN A BLANKET AND COOK HIM A BALANCED MEAL EVEN THO I KNOW HE WOULDNT LET ME.
TONY STARK DESERVES ALL THE LOVE AND APPRECIATION IN THE WORLD IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-
awake but at what cost 🤤💀
just so y’all know…. if u add me on snap and i don’t send a picture back i am NOT A CATFISH i swear 😭 i’m just burnt as fuck and i refuse to show y’all my blistering face!
My tip for the day is: don’t get into projects with your well-connected but summarly insecure actor friend. Especially if he shows up asking for help three days before the meeting that can make or break the project.
Stop complaining that I am incapable of being loved. The right one will come eventually; there is no need to sweat it just because the people I was interested in do not feel the same way about me. Those people were not meant to be to begin with, and there is no way that no one that I will take interest in in the future will all collectively not feel the same way about me. Even if there were to be no one out there for me, I need to get comfortable with being satisfied with myself at the least. I should devote my time in developing myself into someone I can fully appreciate, if I don’t already, and appreciating my family and friends that give me wholehearted support by expressing that I truly do appreciate them and the way they care for me. No time to linger on those that do not appreciate me for who I am, because quite frankly, I believe that I am well-deserving of being loved the way I am able to love others. Although I am not completely satisfied with who I am, I do believe that I have good morals. Although it can work against my favours, my empathy allows me to seek beyond what is presented to me and relate to people on higher levels. No more simp energy; big dick energy only from now on.
Fat guy takes pic in shower. Surprising no one.
Me: I’m gonna play DMC1 later!
Also me: *watches the ending of dmc3 right before cause I fucking hate myself and love seeing game continually occur even if years pass between them canonly*
por que você queria tanto falar comigo? por que você disse que eu era sua princesa favorita? por que você disse que eu era incrível? por que você sentou do meu lado aquele dia e se recusou a sair até quando ofereceram? por que nesse mesmo dia você ainda ficou me olhando no corredor? por que quando eu chego onde você está, você sempre olha pra mim? na minha enquete, se você votou, votou que tinha crush em mim?
por que todas essas coisas se sempre parece que você não quer saber de mim, mas quer me manter por perto? por que?
ei, tem outra na jogada não tem? parece que ela está se saindo bem melhor do que eu. boa sorte pra ela. mas se for meu, ninguém tira. eu sei.
rules: ship yourself with your favorite character and give headcanons on how your relationship would go
Shigaraki x Angel
- All these hcs start with some cute shit like;
- We met at my work! I was saved! Mutual friends! or even like,
enemy to friends to lovers!
- But tbh all I can think of (realistically) is we probs met online when he’s playing jungle and I’m adc and he’s yelling at me for feeding. (‘just play support next time if ur gna be so useless!!1!’ and shit)
- (he’s probs the only man I’ll play support for, just don’t take advantage of that)
- Idk what slow burn means so I’m just gonna jump to gaming together a lot
- (bc we’re both NEETs and are online 24/7 also convenience for plot, ok)
- Me just being an annoying brat but giving him so much attention and affection and bam! bob’s your uncle, I’m his e-gf
- My skin’s thicker than the crust on his skin and I love mean boys with all my heart so he can be as ruthless as he wants and I’d just swoon
- yall I’m rly tryna make this as PG and non-ridiculous as possible but my monkey brain’s just going:
- blowie under the table while he’s playing games!!
- ride his dick while he’s got his mic on so everyone can hear that
hentai-level pussy sfx!!
- cockwarm him while he’s tryna relay important info during meetings!!
- so there’s that.
now that that’s out of the way
- I’m the laziest person in the world, perfectly content never leaving our room for days on end and only getting up to eat and bathe which speaking of!!:
- baths for days. Throw in some bath bombs, promise him some nice massages, scrub away the crust, basically the entirety of this post. Just go read it.
- Is shig canonically an otaku? Maybe? We’ll ride with that:
- read stupid mangas together (but separately), browse nhentai for ridiculous doujins and guro for shock value, spend hrs slandering SAO together. (he has good taste in anime ok I said so)
- there’s a new visual novel infamous for how bad it is? Let’s try making the mc do the most ridiculous routes, give him the worst ending.
- Hand worship.
- soooo much hand worship.
- baby’s had to suffer for so long seeing his hands as nothing more than bloodstained weapons, tools of destruction— something to be feared. Need to give them so TLC so he knows they’re more than that.
also I have a hand fetish
- Before you guys come for my throat, yes I will chapstick him. I’ll vaseline him ok. Slather that shit on like I’m a gay man tryna lube up an asshole.
- Ok but real talk?
- I think our personalities actually would mesh. I’m the laziest ENTP, bordering on introvert for how much I cbf to go out and interact ever. He’s an INFP/INTP so basically, we have the same morals and beliefs. Gud shit.
- I’d never drag him out, happy to just cuddle into him and be dumb lazy NEETs together.
- I’m the most low-effort, non-romantic gf ever. Don’t buy me gifts, don’t shower me with affection, it’s perfect bc I don’t think he’s physically capable of either anyways.
- Oh, I can cook for him!! My one wholesome wife-able trait. He won’t have to live off of just moldy ramen and mountain dew anymore (so no more battery acid cum
- He can do all the gross degenerate hentai-fueled fantasies to me, I’m an entire simp for this man. Just use me as a fucking waifu pillow and hump me all night ok.
Maybe I am just getting emotional in this moment because of my period but oh well. This year I am turning 21. I have changed so much as a person within the last few years and it really brings me to tears. When I was younger I was in such a pool of depression. I don’t feel this way anymore, but I used to feel like there was no ability to get better. To me thats what depression is. I couldn’t imagine my life being any other way, but I didn’t know what the idea of better even was. I am not perfect today but when I was 12-13 I think that was the lowest point of my life. I used to write suicide notes, cut myself daily on my neck/arms/sides etc, and reluctantly hookup with people who were too much older than me (13 and 19). I used to abuse myself in more ways than one. It comes in forms such as purposefuly not trying on exams, letting myself be sexually taken advantage of by predators, and restricting myself to 100 calories a day at one point. Whether its the pr*ana I used to partake in, I literally bullied myself to no end. I stopped talking to the friend group I once had, which was symbolic of a divide between my life before my parents separated to after. I felt as if I became less than, of that something was wrong with me. I mean, I must’ve to act the way I did. To this day I don’t know how to talk about my feelings because whenever anyone asked when I was younger I shut down anyone who asked because I thought how I felt was not important. I didn’t want to take up anyone’s time. This is probably why I talk too fast, its because I subconsciously don’t feel what I have to say is valuable or worthy of anyone’s time or attention.
This year I don’t want to kill myself. I don’t cut myself like I used to or restrict calories. In a way I am more kind to myself. But what hits me hardest is how I don’t give up on myself. If something is hard I don’t retreat. I don’t just shut myself down and say “you’re worthless, you cant do this”. What brings me to tears is that I am now able to recognize that I won’t let myself hurt myself, anymore.
I hate myself when I eat, because when I start eating I don’t stop
thinkin about,,, hannibal
Seventy five years ago a dictator opened death camps and slaughtered six million people of my faith and another five million who weren’t. Now, in the year 2020 I’m terrified that we are faced with something that could end up being worse. For all American history claims that slavery was abolished, people of color still suffer.
We’ve already had the death camps, what comes next? I don’t want to know.
Fuck this country.
To the people out there fighting for justice, to the people of color who face this discrimination, I understand that I will never understand. And I stand with you.
how is it all the people that mean the most to me hurt me the most