The Most Heart Warming Thing Just Happened To Me At 7/11. It Was The Usual Heartwarming Story Of A Person

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If you do happen to run across this post, my guiding tumblr voice, I hope you know that I know that you know who I am.

there's is a person on YouTube who's voice I know well. If I ever think something in their voice I know this a worthy post.

Tumblr is very intersting.

The morning light perfectly illuminated only one of my drums.

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 bite my nails a lot but I found a solution, nail polish. Rather than biting my poor fucking nails my need for everything to be aesthetic gets the better of me and I don't do it

I want a love triangle but the main character is a trans guy in a fantasy world (or just medieval) and the two interests are the queen and another servant who works for the queen. The queen is convinced he's a lesbian, and he makes the other servant question if he himself is gay or not. Both encounter the main character as both a nice looking woman, and a hot guy but neither of the interests figure it out until the end.

I have now officially used tumblr (and YouTube comment sections) to build up my self confidence. I'm now half way between a cuck and a god, there is no better way to exist than now.

I love the fact that I’m using this cesspool of chaos and showers to build up my self confidence. 

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 em a pillow and wrapped em in a balnket.