I Used To Think All My Teddy Bears Were Alive And Just Pretended To Be Objects Because They Thought The

I used to think all my teddy bears were alive and just pretended to be objects because they thought the truth would freak me out and it terrified me.

I used to have little chats with them trying to reassure them that we’re friends and they can tell me anything but also I thought they hated me because I couldn’t fit all of them onto my bed and sometimes I picked favorites and sometimes my siblings would throw them around to mess with me.

I thought they were biding their time, preparing to take vengeance for years of abuse. I believed this until I was 11 and one of my teddy bears didn’t come back to me after I lost them and thought “okay, well if he was sentient we would have come back”.

…But what if he didn’t come back because they DID all hate me?

hold on a second man…

divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.

Indubitably 🧐

Made an actual post for the first time in MONTHS and it got 20 reposts- which isn’t a lot but I feel famous.

Like, if you said literally anything out loud and 20 people told you they agreed, wouldn’t you feel so fucking important? This might actually convince me to post shit- why not?

Worst case scenario people see it hate it, keep scrolling and forget about it- best case scenario I find people I can relate to and start gelling a bit more with my favorite fandoms

Ignore my bouncing leg, I was born without a tail you see