I Seriously Think That The Neighbors Are Some Sort Of Creature As Well. They Have Gone Through Things

I seriously think that the neighbors are some sort of creature as well. They have gone through things enough times that it’s too suspicious.

Is no one going to bring up the fact that Sean survived 428 hypnosis attempts within an hour after Laszlo stated that most human beings can only take up to 7 hypnoses per hour?

Sean survived 61 times the recommended dosage of vampire hypnosis in one hour.

Mark my words, this guy is going to eventually remember everything.

Today I feel like an American settler in my body.

I come to a new land, I find that it is not to my liking, so logically I change everything about it, exterminate its native living form and shape it according to my vision.

I am sorry my body, that I can't like you the way you exist. You have provided me with protection from physical harm, you've taken me to places I could never imagine I could reach, you allowed me to sense the world around me. And I am grateful. But the way you look, I don't feel like I belong in here.

I have only a vague idea of what you should look like. I know that I want muscle on my chest, but I'm unsure about the hairs popping up on my upper lip and chin. I like that you are strong in the thigh area, but I don't like that my hips are so wide and my shoulders so narrow.

I'm an American settler in the new world, but I have no idea what I want to build here. I am unaware of my own wishes, they are hidden from me, perhaps behind a wall of self-disliking. The Natives want to help me, but I don't speak their language and so they are rather annoying...

I would like peace between the tribes and the settlers but I do not know how the lands should be distributed among them.

I also need to define myself as a nation, I guess. Not an easy task. Who I am, or who I want to be, is up to me but God that's so frightening when you have no sense of direction.

I feel like I did on the last days before I left for Erasmus: I don't want to leave my home behind, but right here, it's choking me. The prospect of a new place is alluring, but will it be better? Will I feel more like myself? Can I go back if I don't like it? How do I even know if I like it, when it's hard for me to tell whether I love somebody or just want to save them, up until the very point of the breakup? I don't trust my own judgment.

How do I know what I want?

September hasn’t even ended yet

crazy bitch 🤝 horny little bitch 🤝 little boring bitch (lbb) 🤝 the queen bitch

[id: screenshots of tiktok captions. the images say, “but the only reason we still love princess diana is because she did not have the time to disappoint us.”]

begging queer kids to read up on princess diana’s involvement with the community. yes, she was a rich, pretty monarch. yes, she died young.

but the reason why queer people love her is because she used her privilege during the aids crisis to advocate for sick queer men, when very few others would - much less someone of her status.

diana spent years advocating for the health and care of queer people with hiv/aids. in 1987, at the height of the epidemic, she opened the first specialist clinic dedicated to treating aids patients (the first clinic of it’s kind in the uk).

she also fought public hysteria by hugging and shaking bare hands with aids patients, at a time when aids was thought to be spread by skin to skin contact. not only that, she visited patients in the clinic regularly and even comforted them through their sickness.

and when queen elizabeth told her to try focusing on “something more pleasant”?

diana ignored her and kept fighting.

and this is only her work towards the aids crisis. she publicly called out the royal family, brought attention to numerous world issues, and was known as an advocate for empathy and kindness. she’s known and loved as the people’s princess for good reason

To be quite honest, this is about as long as it takes me to complete my average thought.