the only thing that bothers me about the booping is that I can see the paw pads which makes me feel like I'm backhanding peoples' blogs

Me when I boop you

i can become real!!! but you need to hit me with your paws…!!!!!!!

my power……i can feel it growing……..!!!!

maybe this is too much power.

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

you ask someone who you think might be a friend for a music recommendation, they send you a three page long table sorted by genre and year with notes on why they think you might like each artist. listen to all of them and send them back an equally long report with your own notes on each song.

you slip up and talk about the Character that's been whirling around your brain like rolling thunder and you immediately prepare to do damage control, but someone else's eyes light up and they lean forward and you can almost hear their heart pounding out "you too??"

you spend all your time trying to puzzle out what someone Really Means because you're so used to half truths and backhanded compliments and sometimes it turns out they were trying to figure out what you Really Meant. there were no hidden judgements or insincere invitations, just the fear of them.

your rough edges are not so sharp that people cannot catch hold of them to stay anchored

#and insincere people are So Fucking Scared of people who say what they mean #but it is so! refreshing! to be around other sincere people!

This is the opposite of he should be at the club, he should be on Tumblr

-say nothing! get a lawyer!

i swear to god this show was fucking everything

Managed to find this on a hard drive at A&M Records, the session file is dated 2012 so I imagine this was made halfway through the recording process once they honed in on the sound of the record

2000’s American Anime Journalism

protip: you can add the word "evil" to literally any image search query for hours of entertainment

evil salami

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PLEASE GD IF YOU LOVE AND WANT TRAINS

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wxs print for crx 2022!! i’ll be at table T34 but i’ll have these up in the shop after!

ok just putting it out there

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