attractive person: looks don’t matter!
me, an ugly: *can’t make friends*, *can’t get into relationships*, *is second choice for everything*, *can’t get away with most outfits*, *can’t take pictures featuring myself*, *has severe trust issues over anyone seemingly liking me* ok
Tag: me
ao3: and they were roommates
me, opening the fic up: Oh My God They Were Roommates
*sees a list of zodiac signs* i’m too homestuck for this
Constantly torn between “I can’t ask for help bc then I’m annoying and everyone will be mad” and “I must ask for help at every possible stage because I might do it wrong and then everyone will be mad” ya feel
HOLY SHIT U PUT IT IN WORDS
I think every writer/artist has that one story/drawing that gets completely skipped over, and they’d never say it aloud, but inside they’re like
‘fuck all y’all, that’s one of the best things I’ve done’
plus one story/drawing that everyone loves
‘really? that one?’
apparently this rant has struck a chord with people jfc
Me talking about how much I love myself:
▶ 🔘──────── 00:02Me talking about how much I love my friends:
▶ 🔘──────── 12:03:45
me, in tears: please, please just stop making typos, it’s not that hard i promise
my fingers: fcukc yoy
Procrastination Queen 