when the conversation is going on and then you start talking and everyone just stops replying

do you ever think about how many forms of love there are. from a demiromantic pov sometimes i start thinking about how different i wanna express the love i feel, there are people i wanna kiss and people i do not and i feel the same amount of love for them. there are people i wanna kiss and i feel nothing. there are people i do not wanna kiss and i would marry them without a second thought.

i think i deserve at least 3 submissive and breedable people dressed in cat-maid outfits ready to worship my body

disliking the "you can't choose your family but you can choose your friends" posts. sometimes you can't choose your friends, sometimes you are able to meet only a certain amount of people and you don't perfectly vibe together but they are the best you were able to find cause you're stuck in a city and you don't wanna be alone.

and yet sometimes you trust a person enough to open up and they still hurt you

there are some things that i won't do not even for the love of my life (cooking fish or mushrooms)

the humiliation you feel when you discover something from someone else and not directly from them and people ask "oh, didn't they tell you?" you're wrong about thinking that they tell me anything. maybe they didn't want to. maybe they didn't want to include me. maybe i'm not that important to them that's why they always forget me.