The bisexual stereotype is true. I am bi and I can’t decide anything. I have never made a decision in my life.
Tag about jack
i’m oscillating between dimensions y’all want anything

it takes me 3-7 business days to process my feelings
i am a:
⚪️ man
⚪️ woman
🔘 dumbass
looking for a:
⚪️ man
⚪️ woman
🔘 200,000 word fanfic at 3 am
I feel like one of the biggest misconceptions out there is that all fanfic is written by 12 and 13 year olds
Like the other day I read a fanfic where Jason Todd is remodeling his kitchen and is concerned about wooden countertops because what if you get raw chicken on your wooden countertop?
You think a 13 year old thinks about countertops? Think again my friend that fic was written by an Adult
Literally me and @larkabout in ikea
adhd gothic
extraordinary-arbiter-bluebird:
– there is a tab open. this tab has been open for hours. you have only just now become aware of its continued existence. “why is this tab still open?” you ask, as you stare at it in confusion. why was the tab open in the first place. you will never know
– you need to get up and get that water bottle from the other room
– time is an illusion. it warps around you. 15 minutes pass every time you blink. you swear it was a reasonable time minutes ago. how does this keep happening.
– time is not an illusion, time is painfully real. time is frustratingly real. time is passing right now. precious seconds are slipping out of your grasp. you cannot get anything done, you are paralyzed by the passage of time. when will this end
– you need to get up and get that water bottle from the other room
– you’re trying to do something but you keep noticing Something out of the corner of your eye. it needs to be picked up. it Needs to be picked up. you are trying so hard to ignore it, you cannot focus on the thing you are trying to do.
– six seconds ago you knew what you were doing. you stand there, incapable of coherent thought. what is in your hand. where are you. what is life. you walk away, still unsure of what just happened. two minutes later you wonder why you never did that thing you needed to do…
– you need to get up and get that water bottle from the other room
– what’s that noise? oh it’s just the reminder you set. but you’re in the middle of something you can’t tend to that now – and it’s the next day. the reminder is still there. it is judging you. you didn’t do it. even your reminders have failed you. is anything left.
– why are you so thirsty? oh.
– you need to get up and get that water bottle from the other room.
– you never get up and get that water bottle from the other room
I’m craving small acts of intimacy, like waking up next to someone and just spending the morning in bed with them



