I mean, people are looking for romance & erotic tags on ao3 and then I'm sitting and reading 120 chapters about a sad dad trying to save his daughter.And his stupid daughter doesn't even know that her father is dying.

My partner has started writing letters to me. And throughout each letter, They mentions the frequency and time of peeing, which makes me more confident in choosing Them as a partner.

Sometimes I feel that the whole world accepted all the characteristics that were considered abnormal in me after I passed the critical situation in my life, and stopped solving them.
Whereas all I needed was to be accepted and not try to fix myself in vain.
But the only thing I need right now is money.

I hope to be a brave warrior who saves the world with ice cream in my next life

I don't understand 99% of the things that give life to other people. Which of course makes sense. I wasn't made, trained or programmed to enjoy life.
Thanks to my parents.

I'm always talking about not being loved. Even when it's not exactly what I'm talking about, I'm secretly pointing out that I'm not loved. But I'm starting to think that maybe the kind of love I'm getting isn't exactly what I need. And I really don't know if we should be grateful for what we have or try harder to find the kind of love we want - and probably never will.

I'm not sexist, you know? but I really can't stand men around me. it's just troumas.

I need to go under the blanket for three months and nothing will make me want to come out of my fabric cave.

It feels so good to have the right playlist for the book you're reading. I don't have it, most of the time.

I've been listening to True Crime for half an hour and I have no idea what it's about.