Man what the hell is this with me where I’m just absolutely so convinced that all my ideas and perceptions and takes on things are bad and should be hidden from everyone forever when like every time I shared one it’s become a huge thing that people really liked
Why did my brain decide to make the formative experience of sharing stuff I like the the times that my dad and my ex attacked me for them and not the dozens or hundreds of times that people looked at my fucking rainbow glitter murder and pizza themed AUs and went I love this I need it I’m going to consume it and dress up as it
What the hell.





