Why Am I Like This - Blog Posts

”okay but are you normal about-“ no. I’m an insane pervert.

Genuinely trying my best not to listen to the internal raccoon saying to start another project.

It'll genuinely be like "Make dating sim." And I'll say "No, my dear raccoon, I can't just 'make dating sim' for you see I have the social proclivity of a bag. I cannot identify if flirting is even happening." And the raccoon sure doesn't care. Because then it hollers "No! No! You don't need to know that! Just make dating sim. People don't go to dating sims for realistic relationships!" And I agree with the raccoon, and then I start on the stupid project.

And then next week raccoon comes up to me and says "Make citybuilder." And then the cycle begins anew!

Long story short: Guess who's starting work on a dating sim even though they have homework and other projects

When your a writer with a lot of ideas and you want to try writing scripts for fun only to chicken out because your too scared to post...yeah couldn't be me anyways

Look at the star shine ♡

Okay so i went through my notes and found this little snippet i wrote in like 2021 and its just. what. don't know what i was gonna use it for, but uh, i guess have a treat lmaoo

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Spring 2010

Suddenly Perry's watch went off. He sighed, letting go of Heinz's lips.

"You gotta answer?" Heinz asked, his hands still clenched to Perry's sides.

"What if it's important?" Perry signed. Heinz pouted, but then sighed as well.

"Yeah, alright," he reluctantly went along.

So Perry answered, an image of Major Monogram appearing on the tiny display.

"Agent P! What have you been doing, you're all sweaty! We can't send you on a mission like this! Have you been working out?"

Perry simply turned his wrist to show Heinz panting as well.

"Huh, Doof is already with you! Do you have the rest if your team hidden somewhere too?"

He simply turned his watch again, so the both of them were visible to the Major. He just let him take the scene in for a moment.

"Hi Francis." Heinz grinned.

Silence. Then Major Monogram almost choked on his own spit.

"Oh, great googly moogly! Didn't want to interrupt... that... Uhm, get ready when you’re done and… get here. Uhm. Monogram out."

The display turned its usual baby blue again. Heinz and Perry looked at each other for a moment, then broke out in laughter before going back to making out, still with a grin on their faces.

Why am I like this

Sometimes I open tumblr because I feel like writing. And then I sit and stare at the blank canvas that longs to be filled by my thoughts but I just...can’t. I can’t. And it makes me angry. I want to write something, I need to write something, but trying to pin down the words that are constantly circling around my head makes me realize that I don’t have a f*vking clue.

I don’t know

Anything

I’m lost in my own mind and the longer I stare at the letters in front of me the harder it gets to come back up and breathe fresh air.

I don’t know

Anything

At all

And I can’t help but hate the words that make it onto the pages because they are not what I want them to be and they make me believe things that aren’t there and

Damn

I really don’t know

Anything

At all

Or at least that’s what this post makes me believe.