#staring even Tumblr posts

He has such gorgeous pretty beautiful eyes

fucking sobs on here

finally figuring out that i am in fact lactose in tolerant, its been the worst

on one hand i can no drink iced coffee or frapps with milk alternatives and not feel like that™  when it comes to regular cow milk

on the second hand, like wasnt i nerfed enough by god, wasnt everything else enough, but you had to single me out, out of everyone in my household its just me.

I can’t believe the gatitamyers lore is just them standing and staring at each other in mostly silence 😭

I haven’t talked about gatitamyers in a while um what the hell hello

anyways did you know that every once in a while, for a period of time, gatita stops wearing her choker the necklace guys.. not..nvm for a bit because it bothers her. so during this time mikey steals it it’s hers now and gatita has to pry it out of her to get it back.. why..,? because it’s something she wears. she doesn’t wanna give it back, until gatita tells her she’s better than that choker, she’s literally Gatita. and then the cycle repeats next time

i keep getting asked the ‘what are you gonna do after this / what is your career goal?’ questions from my bosses and i give them my couple year plan that makes it sound like i know what im doing but the entire time i am desperately trying not to sound like im worried i wasted five years of my life getting a degree in something i am only mildly passionate in

i accidentally kinda made myself sad because i listened to “the way it ends” from the death musical again. that song always tugs at my heart strings lol

i am just now realizing how dumb i am

i once again regret spending the rest of my s-chips on sott

I'd been not wanting to leave my room this morning because there's an extra person in my house and I don't want to go where there are people and then I did leave my room and go in the kitchen and immediately everyone in there just turned around and stared at me

Kim Dokja you are fucking down bad, like it’s so, oh my god. It was bad before already but you haven’t seen him in a little while and suddenly you’re ready to start writing full ass poetry about the man in your head, like oh my god????????? this is next level down bad. down atrocious. down horrendous.

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xiao often finds you here, sitting down by the edge of the precipice.

sometimes you’re closer to edge, sometimes further away, but it’s always in the same spot. he wonders if you know he’s pretty much developed a sixth sense by now when it comes to you and this place - there’s an uncanny feeling at the pit of his stomach, not too different from dread. it spreads up and out to his chest, makes his fingertips tingle, and the next thing he knows, he’s teleported to the same place once again, staring at your distant sitting form.

usually, he watches from afar. once you sense his presence, you never linger for more than a few minutes - you get up, turn to wherever he’s hidden and bow, dragging yourself away from the edge. other times, you incline your head towards him without looking back, muttering a quiet “hello, xiao”. those are the times he teleports next to you and sits down. you don't talk as you sit there, waiting. he understands.

xiao often finds you here, sitting down by the edge of the precipice, never standing. until he does.

he doesn’t fully comprehend the panic that flares through his entire being; he simply acts, teleporting next to you and wrapping his arms around your waist before teleporting back, far away from the edge. all he knows is that he can’t, won’t, let go, even when your trash against him in surprise, tightening his hold as your protests dies down, as you turn around in his arms to wrap your own around his neck. he buries his head on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, relishing in the way he can feel you move against him when you breathe, in the jackhammering of your heart.

“it doesn’t matter where you are or what time it is,” he whispers, hoarse, lips brushing against the fabric of your shirt, “call my name, and i’ll come to you. you have my word. i’ll find you, and we’ll get through this. together.”

I THINK I BURNT MY GLASSES OR SOMETHING

ive been artblocked for like. 2 years now on and off. literally im producing 90% less art its horrid im sorry guys

the one similarity between all my favs is that they do the slow cat blink to show trust/non-verbal affection

i hate looking at photos and videos of myself bro

i am both shocked and impressed that it took me roughly 17 years before my first time experiencing direct creepiness from adult men but also could this streak not have waited any longer to be broken

Clue for partner: 60⁰

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