Hi I'm Kane I use He/They pronouns obssesed with the marouders and obseed with the marouders and need people to talk to about it.
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That moment when your ex refuses to let you take responsibility
If your 13 or older and still sleep with a stuffed animal please rb this im tryna prove a point to my friend.
pizza no cheese
sundress no panties
I ACTUALLY CANNOT I AM IN CRISIS
Is it just me or do other people get intense imposter syndrome within the aromantic everything. I figured out I was aro after four relationship where we either never talked or I overcominsated to an over bearing point. I feel so isolated from everything. Like I'm on the edge. O always see people talk about never understanding romantic attraction but I understand it. I understand wanting to be close to someone like that. But I don't feel romantic part. Yaa idk
it's not a want its a need
For @reckless007
For @reckless007
So that your followers know it’s okay to dig through your blog and send in memes, starters, or responses to opens days, weeks, or months after they’ve been first posted.
wait no there's a guy molier I think and he made plays about how much doctors sucked he's awesome. He had an aneurism on stage and no doctors would help him because of how much he shit called them. He finished the play. Also it was the 1700s so doctors were worse.
dentist trynna give me cancer
i reblogged your post way better than that guy
Hello please reblog this if you're okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
told my girlfriend that if she proposes i want a secondhand wedding ring. i explained i don't want to contribute to a vanity-based industry like diamond mining, and that it would be important to me to continue marriage traditions in a way that causes minimal environmental and personal harm. she asked me if i was just trying to roll the dice on obtaining a haunted object, and i told her i can want two things.
mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke but life has been very smokable lately
I'm posting way to much I'm so bored. My friend stalks my accounts to see what fanfiction I read. Considering putting my fanfiction on here. The stuff I write. I haven't written much
okay so I'm gonna rant cuz im a neurodivergent person who needs validation and I don't wanna bother my friends more sooo here I am.
Im in a play called The Imaginary Invalid. It's about a hypochondriac and his journey which shitty doctors. We are doing an adaptation but the original was written in the 1700s by a man called molier. He had an aneurism on stage but because of this play and many others badmouthing doctors no doctor would help him. Anyways Argan the hypochondriac has a servant named toinette she's a sassy girl with an enjoyment for back talking him and saying what's on her mind.
I play Argans brother beralde(all French names btw. There's a guy called guy buy you say it like gee. Anyhooo) now beralde is the only character who jokes about being gay. ITS ONLY TWO LINES BUT STILL. He's in live with toinette. Me and my other cast mates have decided he's gay but straight for her. He's also dying.
Tganks for reading lol
I feel the need to mention this is toinette to beralde. If you've seen the imaginary invalid specifically the adaptation for the Oregon film festival. Were doing that play in school right now lol. And I'm beralde. Also argan to toinette.
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk
I'd say I'm Barty dramatic
are you sirius black dramatic of regulus black dramatic?
Oka, I plan on following everyone on tumblr
literally everyone
Please reblog so I can make this happen
That feeling of self doubt when you think you've figured somthing out about yourself but you don't fit what's expected.
Th feeling of hiding in plain site from everyone. Those who would understand and the others that could never.
I tell myself it's fine if I'm wrong it can't hurt anyone. But itcan. If I lied you suffered the effort I'm putting abd have put to rebuild the unstable walls of our friendship will crumble again.
And I can't lose you.
Is it wrong to say I miss you. That I miss the way out bodies fit together like the puzzles my grandma tirelessly works on.
That I miss your little smiles when I said something stupid and made of fool of myself.
Your hair draping over my shoulder at lunch your stomach pressed against my back.
But that's not fair. You aren't mine and as much as I want to be I'm not yours. I told you I couldn't l9ve you. I told you I would never love anyone. I told you I was wrong. I don't want to do that again.