How Do People Not Fall In Love With Their Friends???? You're Telling Me The Person That Cares About You,

No joke you guys NEED to get more comfortable blocking people. No more insulting people in public over different blorbo opinions no more making 2k long posts on how whatever ship you don't like shouldn't exist we've grown past that shit. Consistent posts about shit that make you uncomfortable? Block. Rancid blorbo opinions? Block. Is mildly annoying in your replies? Block. Pisses you off for reasons so petty you could never admit it publicly? Block. YOUR mental health will improve from not being upset 24/7, THEIR mental health will not be at risk of you lashing out because you happened to catch their posts on a bad day, and EVERYONE ELSE will benefit from not seeing the most embarrassing arguments known to man on their dash. "Oooh but they didn't deserve it-" dude you're presumably running a personal blog as a hobby not a public service. Who fucking cares.

‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony

blue sky sunny day

Haven't been on social media for so long that socialising became scary on here

What do you guys think of the future? And in case any adult sees this, did your past plans for the future turn out the way you planned them?

Smarty lesson of the day

hi. this is a psa. chuuya's hat is a porkpie hat. not a fedora. there is a difference.

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So you know how Chuuya has punched a hole through Lovecraft but hasn't punched a hole through Dazai yet even though Dazai is really annoying and he really wants to

And you know how your jaw could technically exert enough force to bite through your finger or you could technically muster enough strength to lift a car but it would tear your muscles and break your bones so your brain will physically not let you

Same thing

Because Dazai is Chuuya's

So sos sos so soss gorogues idbogmfb

femchuu loml

...I still wait for someone. Who on earth am I waiting for? For what sort of person? Maybe what I’m waiting for isn’t a human. I dislike humans. No, I fear them. When I meet someone and indifferently exchange such greetings as ‘How are you?’ or ‘It’s become cold,’ greetings I don’t want to make, I somehow get the unpleasant feeling that there is no such horrible liar in the world as I, and I wish I were dead. Also, the other people, too, are unduly wary of me and use diplomatic speech which tries very hard to be harmless and inoffensive, and relate their pompous, false feelings. As I listen to it all, I find their petty cautiousness deplorable, and the world becomes more and more unbearably odious. Are ‘people in the world’, I wonder, creatures that spend their whole lives greeting each other in stiff, formal patterns, being cautious about each other, then growing tired of each other? I hate meeting people.

Dazai Osamu, “Waiting”

These new Spotify updates are ASS. WHY CANT I HEART MY FAV SONGS THEY NEED LOVE TOO