What if we kissed in the field of eyes?
Flirting with an aromantic is such a uniquely one-sided experience. It's like trying to use sign language to communicate with a blind person but in my case it's somehow worse because I don't actually know sign language so anyone who looked just saw me pantomiming to some blind dude. And the blind dude can't just tell you he doesn't understand because he CAN'T EVEN SEE how bad your communication is. Like.... at least with an ace they can tell you you're making a fool out of yourself before you're a week deep into their dms trying to recommend Izumi Sena Love Stage to someone who DOESNT EVEN SPEAK THE LANGUAGE OF ROMANTIC ATTRACTION and it's just UAFaeilALVEA. I can't even comprehend not internally fangirling whenever someone you're dating calls you cute. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW they only view being called cute the same way you do when a friend says you look nice. I.... just.... Logically, I understand. Emotionally, i feel betrayed by the very concept. Socially? I'm inept.
It's not like I'm not fine with aromantics. Friendship is the important part anyways. The logical part of my brain is just sitting there going "This is fine. That makes sense. They just want friendship and maybe sex. That's a perfectly valid way to live life". Meanwhile the emotional half is just sitting there screaming and crying incoherently, and i can't really do anything about that.
Absolutely ethereal
"This is nature- not AI. Lightning sprites in Oklahoma. Lightning sprites are large, colorful electrical discharges that occur high above thunderstorm clouds. Extremely difficult to see and photograph because of their short duration and faintness, only about a millisecond to capture."
paulmsmithphotography
You ever feel like you've been in the backrooms before? Like going about your day then suddenly you feel like nothing is real even though you know it is? Do you ever think maybe the reason so many of these places feel familiar to the point you know you've been there before is because you've been in the backrooms this entire time, or maybe the dreams you have of locations you've never been to are just memories of roaming a hollowed out version of reality somewhen in your life?
I have this feeling every time i look at this(and some other) images. I feel like I know what the kitchen looks like because I've been there in a dream when i was younger.
I invented a new flavor of ice cream called "psy-op". It's like Neapolitan but instead of actually having different flavors in each stripe it's just cream flavored.
Time machine built into tumblr?
dash is dead im teleporting to the past
https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard?max_post_id=606474489540042752
Man i still remember back when i was optimistic and witty. Used to love wordplay and stupid jokes. Did a lot of stupid nerdy stuff like calculating the terminal velocity of an oreo.
Now i just kind of want to die.
everywhere i go everyone compliments me on the particle cannons i attached to my body. they say things like "those look effective against armored targets, and also very precise" and then i blush cutely and obliterate a scrap car
27 They/them Nonbinary LoserI completely forgot how to use this godforsaken website be patient
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