honestly, the concept that I can be loved and accepted for who I am is so goddamn wild.
you mean I’m good enough?? and I don’t have to silence myself and learn to bite my tongue?? my opinion is actually considered valid and possibly even valuable??
~~is this real life or is this just fantasy~~

that asexual feeling when you are literally unable to differentiate between romantic, platonic and sensual attraction and thus cannot properly determine your romantic orientation

am i heteroromantic? androromantic? biromantic? panromantic? greyromantic? who knows, not me

so today i’ve dreamed that tom hiddleston broke up with my high school nemesis using a high school musical song, and then proceeded to hook up with me. talk about wish fulfillment

I’m not who I was a year ago. I’m not who I was a year before that. I’m changing and growing.

Just need to remember this.

okay so i’ve recently thought up this really neat idea that i’d really want to open a kind of a ‘book club’?? like, a kind of a small library slash bookstore maybe? slash coffee/teashop. it’d be open 24/7 and just be a nice quiet place to go when you’re uncomfortable at home or are in an extreme need for the next book from the series or just need a place to sit in peace and drink a coffee. and it’d also be a safe space for queer folk and maybe include some meetings with authors and other cool people. idk it probably won’t ever happen but it’s just such a nice idea.

The most stereotypical INFP things that have been said and done by my INFP friends :P

infp-girl:

tickiry:

“I read all Harry Potter books. And watched all the Harry potter movies like a 100 times. Btw im a hufflepuf what’s your house??”

“I wanna diiie I’m not living, I’m just here… Surviving life”

*Getting out of the library while carrying a pile of books*
“Oh I just borrowed those from the library. Hey did u know that …”

“WHY DOES TUMBLR KEEP REFFERING TO US AS EMOS. We r NOT EMOS. U HEAR???”

“Just put me in a corner and let me rot to death.”

“OOOH I SHOULD WRITE A BOOK ABOUT THIS”

“I lost my cellphone… oh here it is.
… I lost my book… oh here it is.
… where is my class again?? Was it that room or this room?? I keep forgetting lol”

“I feel like crying. Nvm I’m crying”

*puns punS puNS pUNS PUNS*

“AUTUMN ♡♡ LOOK AT THOSE LEAVES THOSE COLOURS”

I relate so much.

was doing some fandom asks with @peterpandyke and came up with 34 ways I relate to Hardison, so I thought I might as well list them here

nerd. a giant nerd. such an enormously huge nerd. amazing
first defence against panic is sarcasm and denial
i, too, would probably oversleep and miss a job
can’t cook
have i mentioned nerd
tries to be cool and all but is in fact a marshmallow
downloads doctor who illegally
is able to pay for stuff but still chooses to download it illegally
has heart eyes for parker and eliot
would hug everybody if he could
has healthy reactions to bullshit (“y’all nasty” “we need jesus” etc)
would spend entire days in front of a laptop if he could
probably watches lots of shitty tv shows and plays a ridiculous amount of shitty games
bullshits his way through life
started listening to taylor swift ironically but now cannot stop
probably sleeps with a stuffed animal
would spend lots of $$$ on geeky stuff
does, in fact, spend a lot of $$$ on geeky stuff
probably regularly trips over his own limbs
takes his nerd stuff very seriously, thank u v much
is a squirtle person
feels like a video game badass but always plays on easy
can and will force others to join him in his nerdery
wouldn’t hurt a fly even if he tried
would send porn magazines as revenge
others think he cute & he just rolls with it
does anyone actually take him seriously
others get hurt by bullets and don’t complain but he prob has allergies and catches colds easily and always thinks he’s going to die
has a tumblr. def has a tumblr
PUNS AND MEMES
has a shitty music taste
but enjoys is immensely
will sing his favourite songs out loud
teachers probably said he’s clever but lazy

sometimes i don’t feel like i’m good enough to be a student. or a friend. or a hufflepuff. or anything, to be honest.

i’ve tried to write doctor who self-insert fanfiction once, a long time ago. ‘tried’ is the key word, because for all the people who tell me how creative and imaginatve i am, i couldn’t come up with a reason for the doctor to take me with him. why would he choose to pick me up? i don’t have any useful skills, really, nor am i brave.

i don’t even know how friendships work, not anymore. people i’m closest to usually choose to play with me in some way; i’m never sure if they actually like me or if i’m just… convenient. useful. entertaining. second-best, when their real friends aren’t around.

i feel replaceable, like nobody misses me. like i’m nobody important. like my life has no meaning for anyone. like people wouldn’t notice if i wasn’t there tomorrow.