I was talking w one of my classmates then i realized i was doing all the talking n he was just going "mhm" and "woah" and then i apologized for talking too much and then he looked me DEAD IN MY EYES AND WENT "its ok i like hearing u talk, ur voice is nice" mf what if i started SOBBING???
Gay people in my phone, how do I come to terms with the fact that I will never have the range I need to sing my favourite songs? I've spent the last several hours recording myself singing along to things in audacity and I do NOT have the range. It's honestly kind of soul-crushing. Anyway I stay silly 🫡
i don’t like needing constant praise and validation to feel satisfied. i don’t like feeling horrible about myself, because no one will ever love me, i know it. i hate my thoughts most of the time, they’re either depressive or obsessive and i just want them to stop..
This is about Jack's year on the Valiant with the Master, including my headcanon that the Master killed Ianto and played psychological games with Jack afterward, and how he still has nightmares and flashbacks about it.
The ending line I realize can be read as a bit unreality, dreams blurring into real life, but I meant it to be part of the memory of waking up from that death blurring into his waking life in the present.