Worst Part Of Getting Into The Traditional Folk Music Scene Is That You Will Hear A Song In The Wild

screaming crying throwing up can the council give me litter picking supplies so i can at least pick up the almost empty drug bags outside the flats where the kids play that's totally my only concern it's the kids i don't give a fuck about how the area looks woooohhh i'm saving the kids from the big bad drugs 🌀 give me the supplies i'm normal and don't get super hype about the idea of picking up litter ooohhh 🌀

woke up from a nightmare (?) at 4 am after only a couple hrs of sleep wtf

bro my dumbass accidentally signed up for an exam at 11:50 pm instead of am. its 90 minutes and i have to go to school at 7:am the next day. 😭😭😭 im so stupid wtf

i want what Gen and Senku have

Today's hot topic: Senku once got arrested by the police due to one of his experiments as a 9 year old. He was trying to launch his rocket. Byakuya Ishigami found it hilarious and was secretly proud of his son's genius.

Dr Xeno doesn't know about this yet.

( @senku-ishigami-official @ask-dr-xeno )

Liking character is fun until you think about them and you just have to stare at nothing for a few minutes because of how tragic

And mauybe you are almost crying but you are having fun

nothing i do, say or feel is ever truly real. It feels like me, but i know its really not and i dont know how to get rid of it. Its like my main source of problems ngl. that and people. i fucking hate people.

i am an artist

although, i haven't created anything in a few years.

i'm an artist, and yet, the only thing i do (CAN do) is pitifully observe

i am an observer, then.

i suppose it's hard to see myself as anything else, considering my singular hobby is perceiving stories.

i read, i watch, i play; i hear stories around me constantly. everything from the niche post to the highest grossing video game, or the strangers on the street to my family-- they all have a story i've seen. one that means something.

funny thing though, i can't read between the lines to save my life. as much as i observe and think about these things on a daily basis-

I never fully understand what it is that i see

maybe its a difference in interpretation between myself and my peers that makes me feel this way (i've always been a part of the crowd)

i'll dont think ill ever know why i don't get it. i cant understand anything, i've lived alone for too long. even before i was alone, i never understood them. I was too awkward. Too forward.

i dont think i'll care enough to know, though. it doesn't really matter to me. nothing ever does in the end.

maybe thats why i dont understand.

ao3 turns 15 today

reblog if youre older than ao3

(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)