im really only here to cope lol. call me river. Destiny Two and Lord of the Rings fan. may your days be filled with sunshine and your nights with starlight, and the air be fresh and clear in your lungs. discord is SirRivix#5197
re: that last post, ive said it before and ill say it again: no one deserves to die (deserving is fake and death is bad) but some people need to be stopped and choose to make death the only way to stop them
that “looking for a man in finance with a trust fund 6’5” blue eyes” song on tiktok makes me feel like an insane person because i cannot stress enough how much i never ever want to meet that man
No matter what a post on tumblr tries to tell you, your moral and ethical stances will never be determined by what you reblog and what you scroll past. Don’t let manipulation tactics force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.
When Greg was born, I didn’t like him. I thought he was the most ungrateful, ungracious, vapid little tyrant. I was glad he and I were only half related.
This changed, though I’m not sure if it should have.
silliest thing about my body is that I regularly experience precordial catch syndrome, which is basically the medical term for an extremely painful "twinge" in your chest cartilage that's not medically significant & which we can't really explain.
anyway, mine falls in the extreme in that the "twinges" can last several minutes and they range anywhere from "agh, minor inconvenience, I just need to sit still for a moment" to "this is the worst pain I've ever experienced in my entire life, the ethical thing to do now would be to shoot me."
the problem is, when it's the latter, I literally look deranged. the "catch" comes on so fast, mid-breath, I gasp in sudden agony, clutch my chest, and seethe in agony as I struggle for as much oxygen allowed in the shallowest breaths possible. sometimes it's so bad I end up on my knees or even lying on the floor, basically writhing in pain, clenching my teeth like I'm turning into a werewolf or something. and of course people are terrified. they're asking what's wrong, but I can't talk. They're asking if they should call 911, and I'm just shaking my head and holding up a "just a minute" finger and also groaning in anguish,
and then the silliest part of all is that the minute it ends, there's no residual pain. not even the ghost of it. it's gone as suddenly as it came and I catch my breath and I say, "WELL! Anyway," and I immediately try to get back to the conversation but nobody's ever quite receptive to that for SOME reason
Supernatural was insane because what do you mean that Dean Winchester was on his knees, not fighting back, telling Cas that he loved needed him??? And the walls of Naomi's office turned bisexual???
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