I Was Going To Make A Different Post But I Have Forgotten It Due To

People are scared of a lot of things, heights, needles, the dark. I'm sacred of a lot of things too. When I was a kid I was really scared of spiders, I scream and run from them anytime I even heard the word. But if I see I spider now, I won't even jump, unless they're right next to me, then I might back up. The reason I'm not scared of them as much is the fact that, spiders are my friends. I'm still cautious around them, as much as I would be if I was a giant around people's houses. Or if they can hurt me. But I'm not very scared of them anymore. Someone I still get nervous around is things that have gone bad, mostly food that's gone bad. Because there's sometimes fungus on it, and they can hurt me. But it helps calm me down if I call that mold on my tomato a friend. A friend, but certainly an unwelcome guest. It makes me less nervous putting them in the compost when I say "bye-bye" to them as I leave. It doesn't get rid of fear entirely. I don't expect it to, but it helps me understand them. The spider on my lamp was just looking for a warm spot to stay for the winter, that mold on the tomato was just decomposing it. They are just doing what they do. They both have a place in this world, screaming won't make them go away, and it won't solve any problems we'd have if they weren't here. Spiders eat and are eaten by others, they are part of a big circle, and fungus is part of that too, helping jumpstart life with fertile ground, and sometimes we get tasty mushrooms! All things are friends because they have a place in my world.

but ticks can fucking eat shit and die

I think I opened so many tabs google just gave up, no thoughts head empted me and just started smiling

I've just done the most confusing thing I've ever done.

I just,

got home and aired out blankets, thinking, I deserve this. hey I feel gross, and I know I had a shower yesterday but I think'll have another today, and I fucking did. Not for 27 minutes, 6 minute shower, wow! I want to do laundry, I'll do my laundry. I think I should change my bed sheets, that way everything will be nice tonight. wow, I'm on a roll! might as well do dishes too, I don't even have anything I'm avoiding. Hey I think I've done most everything I needed to, I don't have homework, I don't have a task or project I'm avoiding. That's great! I think I'll drink a healthy vitamin drink, they taste like oranges, maybe I'll even have a muffin. Im so proud of myself, look at you go little man!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSSHSHSHAHS I just had a need dream about murder and in awake again

I had a nightmare a few weeks ago about some murders, and usually that freaks me out for a while and I can't sleep. So naturally I turned him into a character and made him kiss other boys. It's to the point I was making pintrest boards for him and his boyfriend, but it's late, and now murder is scary again and I can't sleep.

Why do all my favorite posts I've made only have one note. I mean the one note is me because I'm a genius but tumblr, c'mon, they were throw away posts. They're, admittedly, also genius, but also not what I want people to like. Y'all wrong. Just fully incorrect. This is my professional opinion as the dictator of this blog and y'all are bad at this.

Guess what I got given today

So a while ago I gave this kid that always sits on their own small hand-drawn picture of the plush ghost with "have a good day :)" written on it

A handfull of weeks ago I bought this really old book from a vintage store. And I don't just mean from 50 years ago or something, I mean from like 100 years ago. It's in German or something, and I can't read it. But it was so interesting I just had to bring it home. The number in the cover says 1860 and I know the book itself was around since 1881 from the first of many signatures and dates on the inside.

Im a bit cautious about touching it since it's badly damaged but here are some photos. Anyone know what language/book this is? What's it about? So curious

I had a nightmare a few weeks ago about some murders, and usually that freaks me out for a while and I can't sleep. So naturally I turned him into a character and made him kiss other boys. It's to the point I was making pintrest boards for him and his boyfriend, but it's late, and now murder is scary again and I can't sleep.

Because I wanted to show you

I'm never sure if people believe me when I say I'm empathic because I can be quite the dink. But just look at me. I'm a doofus. I just put my large stuffed animals (whom I always sleep with) on the ground, gave me a pillow and wrapped em in a balnket.