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The Train

It’s 9:42 pm on a Wednesday night, and I am stuck. Three hours from DC to Jersey, the guy in front of me is high and has his chair reclined. I know all the chairs on the train do that, but I feel like it’s common courtesy not to do that so the person behind you isn’t squished, right? But fuck me I guess. Along with the fresh smell of weed, there’s also the faint hint of burning rubber and rubbing alcohol. I have been nauseous for the past forty minutes, and my nose won’t stop running, and unfortunately, I don’t have infinite tissues.

Now you might be asking, Rory, why are you on this miserable train from DC to Jersey? Why are you writing about your journey? 

The first question is easy to answer. I’m visiting my family for Easter. Which means I'm spending five days pretending I’m a lot more centered in my faith than I really am. My Dad will talk about how he wants my brother to be more faithful, my brother will talk about whatever show he’s currently watching, and my Mom will probably get mad at me for something. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all like this. In fact, this is maybe 2% of the weekend. The other 98% is really fun and pleasant. However, that 2% holds a lot of weight. That’s often all I can think about in anticipation of going home. I try not to dwell on the fact that my brother is the only one who’ll ever fully accept me, or that my mom doesn’t understand that just because she says stuff out of love, it doesn’t make the little comments hurt any less. My family may not be perfect, but I love them dearly and wouldn’t trade them for the world. 

And I swear, if this guy in front of me doesn’t stop readjusting in his chair, I'm going to crash out. 

As for the second question, that’s a bit more complicated. See, I haven’t had the best circadian rhythm, and I’m probably severely sleep deprived, but something has felt off ever since I got on this train. I swear that someone was sitting next to me for the first hour of the train ride—a woman in her mid-20s with curly blond hair wearing a volleyball shirt. I was staring out the window when her reflection disappeared. At first, I thought nothing of it; it was still pretty light out, and even my reflection was faint. However, I soon noticed when I went to ask her to move so I could go to the bathroom. 

She was gone. 

We hadn’t made a stop, and I would have seen her get up. 

What the fuck.

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smut is great but do you know what’s better? heart wrenching, soul twisting angst that makes you want to cry (take my money)

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Jason: Angel?

You: Yeah?

Jason, standing in line at a McDonald’s at 3 am: How did you convince me to come with you to this food establishment at an ungodly hour?

You: Because I asked you nicely, and cuz you love me?

Jason: Yeah, sounds about right.

You: …

You: Love you.

Jason, sighing: … Love you too.

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I just ran into this really muscular dude and he low-key looks like jason todd??? like my dead classmate jason todd? like bruce wayne's second adopted child??? but he's like spookier??

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I love when people are like “I can’t believe you reblogged that despite their user name, icon, bio, and last twenty posts” bc to me my dash is the only part of this website and I’m not slowing down to look at urls you could all be the same person

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Ngl joining the jedi order sounds like the ideal life to me because just imagine:

1. People regulate thier emotion and communicate to you logically. No need to understand social cues when you're an empath.

2. No pressure to marry, be in a romantic relationship and live in a nuclear household my entire life.

3. I can just?????? Help people?????? Without the extra cost of a system working me to the ground to achieve certain things????

4. No strings attached companionship and friendships? Amazing.

5. A caring and respectful community who council each other and accepts who I am as a person? Count me in.

6. Lightsaber go brrrrrrrrrr

7. Being able to do what I want career wise (Gardening, art, politics, piloting, exploring, childreering, medicine, teaching, etc.) without having to worry about money.

8. Tax fraud