These New American Girl Shoes Look Like If Jotaro Was A Barbie

I’m hungry but it’s 1am and I don’t want to wake up my parents as I fumble around the kitchen for thirty minutes as I try to find something to eat.

I realised the reason I love reading those romantic xReaders so much is because my fear of always being left behind runs deep enough that it bleeds into fiction. I assume everyone is going to leave me once they get a crush and/or fall in love, so especially when I'm reading xReaders, I have to be reading the romantic ones, because I know that as long as the characters like me romantically, they'll never leave me. I realised this when I read a completely platonic one, and I was uncomfortable. I was complaining to myself that I much preferred the romantic ones, which were much more fun and interesting. But when I got to the end, I thought about how if I had that friendship in real life, I would have felt so fulfilled! So I reread it, and it was so cute and fluffy and wholesome and I loved it! But I wondered what the character would do if he ever fell in love with someone else. And then it hit me.

I fear even a fictional character, in a fictional scenario that I can control just by thinking about it, leaving me for a romantic entanglement.

I am not okay.

KAVETHAM IN VEGAS

That is all

My little brother found another alpaca of a similar design at a thrift shop, and now my alpaca has a neon orange trans girlfriend.

I was talking to my brother about some of my stuffed animals, and I realised that I unintentionally made them pretty diverse. So far we have

• a lesbian alpaca

• a pyromaniac nonbinary sheep with he/they pronouns

• a gay eldritch abomination disguised as a bear

• an aroace immortal sheep in a constant state of childhood innocence despite its previous canon lore of being known for manipulative tactics (all for good reasons)

• and the ally teddy bear

I Used to Write

I used to write. I used to have paper and pens and pencils and crayons and markers stuffing my purse to bursting, and I used to USE them. My purse would be full of character ideas and dialogue and descriptions of lights and sounds and emotion. There were words in everything I did, my mind narrating my every action as if I were in a parallel fantasy world.

And now my purse is full of pens that don’t work, pencils with no lead, and half-filled papers with faded words that will never know their fate. My mind only speaks my fears. I feel nothing but regret and longing for a time where I could feel more. I used to write.

I love my friends. I love them all so much. They make me so happy, and they make life seem like a wonder. I spent time with them yesterday and it really made me feel so much better about myself, and we got to talk and laugh and hug. I just really love my friends. I never thought this would be possible. Five years ago I thought I would be dead before I ever got to college and yet here I am, living and loving. It’s all for them. It’s all because of them 💜

My friend and I were talking about lunch and what snacks we wanted, and I asked if she was allergic to anything. She said “cats” and tbh that was a rather horrifying moment before I realised she didn’t mean for eating.

I've decided that Neuvillette should be Edmond. If he’s going to live for a long time anyways, he might as well get over Wriothesley now.

Not sure who the other characters will be yet.

WRIOLETTE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO AU

I HAVE NO DETAILS BUT TRUST ME THE VIBES ARE THERE

One of the advantages of being a child is that you can say your honest opinion, and people will believe it is an honest opinion. Now that I’m older, I can no longer tell the two wonderful women who had dinner with us that they looked like an elvish princess and a fairy queen, because they would think I’m being over the top and not genuine.

I just really want an online friend that probably lives in the UK or Italy or Japan or something and we talk almost everyday and when I get online their icon pops up, or whatever I don’t actually know how that works, and I can get so excited to see they’ve sent a new message and we play online games together and we just trust and love each other so much and we have a great time together and then either

      a. it turns out that they’re in my area for a few weeks and we decide to meet up and we just have a fun time doing things together and they realise they’ve fallen in love with me but never say anything because they’ve heard me say that I’m not into dating and then they just die inside a little every time I mention a person is good-looking and have a mini-heart attack when I tell them I think they’re attractive but they think it means nothing because I say that about a lot of people when in reality I just want them to feel better because I want to make sure they love themselves and they eventually confess and we get married

      or b. they eventually move to my area and we become friends in real life but don’t know it’s each other and I decide this would be the best person to marry because I’ll probably never meet my online friend in real life and then I confess and they reject me because they’ve fallen in love with the online me and I’m a little disappointed and way embarrassed but otherwise move on while that night my friend freaks out and tells the online me what happened and how worried they are that they’re gonna lose their in-person best friend and then I’m like oh wait are these the same person? and then I start setting tests and they keep passing them and then finally I’m like hey in-person friend are you this online friend? and then they’re like WHAAAATT?? and I’m like oh yeah I figured it out a while ago kind of and then we get into a fight because I never said anything but I was like I didn’t know for sure and I didn’t want to assume anything! and they leave in a rage and I cry that night because I’ve just lost both of my best friends and also because this just plays into my idea that I can’t do anything right but then they message me at like two in the morning that after some time to calm down they realise I was right and they would have done the same and they’re way sorry and they would like to talk about it and it takes a while to trust them again but we eventually grow from it and they confess and I’m like I want to marry you because I don’t think I would marry anyone else and then we get married.

Is that too much to ask?

(this was just supposed to be how I want an online friend to talk to that just accepts me so openly but it turned into a fic I recently read anyways)