when i find myself in times of trouble
remus lupin comes to me
speaking words of wisdom
the wind blows through my window, all whistley and sharp and suddenly, all I can smell is antiseptic
the real harsh kind, like thy used to have in hospitals. the kind that smells like it’ll take your hands off if you’re not careful and I’m like ‘wow, that’s odd’ and right now I am so very very convinced that something is looking through my screen at my back
and if I turn around I’ll see it and if I see it, it will get me. Something harsh, and angry, but curious.slick with sweat and antiseptic to keep the roughly stitched wounds from rotting.and the wind is blowing in my window again
… I should turn around
All I can think is “MOISTURIZE ME!” o.o
Pillow fights with strangersJust leaves.
Pillow Fight club
First rule of Pillow Fight Club: Always talk about Pillow Fight Club!
i can’t tell you how many times i’ve spoken up about harassment only to be told to “learn to take a compliment”.
since when do “compliments” intrude on my space? what kind of “compliment” makes a person feel unsafe or threatened?
harassment isn’t a compliment. know the difference.
Well…since my anxiety has crept back without warning, I figured I just draw some of my thoughts down…Personally I understand that some people truly do not mind reassuring a friend who has self doubt on the brain, but I can’t help having it circle my mind as often as it does. Wish it would stop honestly. It just feels like empty space that I try too hard to fill.
If anyone actually needs to know what goes through my head at all times…
hmmm its a bad feeling to have.. i’m glad I don’t have that anymore.
This is jsut one of those comics where it’s yeah. that’s pretty much how I feel. And asking, even though that happens just.. seems like the best way of dealing.
my brain: there is literaly a 0 percent chance the fictional shit from creepy games will show up irl in your kitchen
me: but its dark and scary