don’t ever take me near an active volcano because i’d just HAVE to touch the magma.. like i’d know it’d catastrophically burn me but i’d just have to touch it… don’t put me in that situation
someone: refers to me with she pronouns
me: …….who is she
it’s so scary feeling like you manipulate everyone who loves you just by being Extremely Sad and them noticing it… like… im so sad a lot of the time and i dont want other people to be trapped by that sadness
constantly going “am i being Sad too loudly? am i being Sad too obviously? is this manipulative?” even while in the middle of a crisis
you ever hoist a big laundry basket on your hip and feel like the great tragedy of your life is that you weren’t born a hearty peasant girl in medieval england who’d die at 22 from an abscessed tooth