You Know Everything. You Must. You Must Know How When You Take My Art And Call It Crayons You Hurt Me,

You know everything. You must. You must know how when you take my art and call it crayons you hurt me, you block me from getting the love and support I need. I just want to share what is interesting to me but no, Instead we have to live like this. I am not who you say I am because To you I am a toddler. Why do you preach what I know better. I have memorised the bible yet you paraphrase from a hymn. Accept that this is your doing, please. We can overcome this

Haiku derived from the rant:

You inquire, well I-

“Hold on, Actually it’s a”

Wrong, but I can’t fight

I have dread right now, as I was asked for gifts for myself, and I can’t think of anything that wouldn’t debilitate my social stature any lower than it already is

Also I don’t want much, or I was conditioned to not want much, doesn’t matter

My blog, my problems

I already write fan fiction about myself, go ahead

REBLOG IF YOU WOULD BE LITERALLY 100% OKAY WITH FAN ART ABOUT YOU EVEN IF IT WAS JUST STICK MEN

Some nights are for sleeping, some are for reading in bed and last night was furiously lip syncing my playlist whilst dancing shirtless in front of my mirror

The greatest Dickens enters the building

The concept of Inheritance in The Star Beast between Donna and Rose mirrors the Death-Susan Inheritance in Discworld. That’s the entire post. I think that weird, somewhat genetic yet also memory based Inheritance resulting in shared issue of power and subconscious personality traits is cool. sue me.