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Me, a sex-repulsed ace, reading about Fraud's Freud's psychosexual theory:

Fake jewellery may be fake but it's real in my heart

FYI, this blog is pro-Palestine so DNI if you are:

Pro-Zionist

Anti-Palestine

Islamophobic

Antisemitic

If you are any of the above, I will block you on sight

I love labyrinthine houses with hidden rooms and weird floors and nooks and crannies that I can lurk in and not worry about other people finding me

Coelacanths are so cool, I wish they were rea- wait a minute

[song review- amour by rammstein]

(Before anyone asks, it's the only Rammstein song I know and no, I don't know German- I just read the translated lyrics.)

All I can say is that this song is a dark, haunting gem that I don't think I can get out of my head anytime soon. That guitar melody sends a shiver down my spine every time I hear it. I'm pretty indecisive about which line I love the best but the "Bitte, bitte, gib mir Gift" at the end makes me feel shrimp emotions.

However, it's the theme that made me obsessed with Amour: that love can be painful and destructive rather than being pure and sweet. I'm glad someone's addressed that because it's very easy to ignore the dark side of love. It also shows how even toxic love can still be addictive and cause people to mess themselves up without realising it.

That really hits me hard as a loveless aro because I've experienced this so much when it comes to my family and friends to a degree that now I feel extremely disconnected from it and the word itself has negative connotations for me. Yet, I still find myself torn between trying love and befriend others and isolating myself out of fear of getting hurt or used again.

Plus, Amour is the first song that I know which is about love but isn't a romantic song itself as it 'dissects' what it truly is without much bias.

I went back to my childhood home.

It looked so different but the familiar peacefulness was still the same. I felt it call out to me, a relic of a different time.

Most of the people I knew had moved away long ago but I could still see their shadows linger. How odd, even the living can leave ghosts behind.

I met the sweet old couple who gave us home-grown strawberries and had lunch with my childhood friend. For a moment, I wanted to pretend that I was six again, and nothing had changed.

I could still hear the sound of distant footsteps and the playful shrieks of children. So close yet so far away.

Sometimes, I find myself wishing that I had never left.

Pure realism is something you can never expect from me. Everything I write has to have a little magic in it.

ⓘ This user loves the sound of falling rain

Tuesdays are either the best or the worst, there is no middle ground

I just revived an OC I thought I had abandoned a few years ago

Is there a term for that one mentor-mentee dynamic where the mentor is a sly, charismatic, eccentric and often secretive person and the mentee hates them with a burning passion but is often caught of guard or even scared by the other's tougher side

my first tag game!!!

>> do this picrew

>> take this uquiz

>> tag as many people as you want

no pressure tags: @arandomuser17, @nonameidentified, @aceofstars0 and anyone else who wants to participate :D

Why am I incapable of doing anything except listen to music and daydream about my silly little stories

I just mentioned I was an aplatonic aroace on Pinterest and some idiots responded with 'APLATONIC???' '???' and 'People nowadays just keep making stuff up to make themselves feel special.'

Guess who's never commenting on Pinterest again 😊

Finding old fandom OCs you thought you had forgotten about and turning them into original ones>>>

The nonbinary urge to change your blog's aesthetic and rearrange some of the posts (mainly the reblogs)

Just putting this out here because I'm tired of the whataboutism when it comes to literal genocides, wars and other crises

Indian Chaotic Academia Pt. 1

Wanting to wear jumpers and hoodies but changing your mind after looking at the daily temperature

Scoring 97% in English in your board exams but your spoken English makes you sound like you are an illiterate crackhead

Messy yet (somewhat) intelligible handwriting

A weak spot for old Bollywood songs regardless of your personal taste in music

Wanting to study in a park or a cafe but you can't as they're too loud and busy

Adrak chai is the solution to everything

Muting the class WhatsApp group so you can read angsty fanfiction at 3 a.m. without alerting your parents

Buying several highlighters but still end up using blunt pencils to mark important study material

At some point, a B is the best grade you'll ever find in your report card

Reading the Mahabharata at the back of the class in the same way you would read a modern novel ("Nooo, why did he have to die 😭")

Coming up with ideas for study charts but never actually making them

The poem you have to learn in your regional language class is actually your favourite childhood song

Getting the 'Slytherin house' that always comes last in every school event