Where to start?
Ridiculous Rambler.
I like lots of things. I honestly don't think i could write them all down, and some of them may never show up. So, main points of me: rambler on anything, whovian, Catherine Webb and Douglas Adams, asexual, atheist, any music with some thought behind the lyrics.
All this, but rarely. I'd assume.
Forgets to capitalise stuff.
i know who you are. thanks for invading my privacy.
you know i didn’t want my friends to know my tumblr for a reason? ever occur to you that sometimes my problems are to do with my friends, sometimes i need to ask for help because i can’t ask them.
And sometimes i just want to contact other asexuals, because i still don’t know what to do.
I have known it was you, i knew you found me ever since you asked me if i was all right with you calling me an alien. i’m not stupid. neither was i sure. and i wanted to pretend i didn’t know, so i could still post what i wanted and pretend i didn’t have to worry about you reading.
but now you’re getting really obvious. so i can’t anymore.
I’m not going to post anymore. I’m going to leave for 2 months, during which i won’t be on tumblr. Then, i will create a new account. And i’ll be a bit better at keeping secrets, and i’ll stop sending anon messages to my friends, and i won’t discuss anything but my broadest fandoms. I’m not happy that i’ll have to pick a new name, because i really like mine. Actually, that’s almost what i’m the most upset about. I was really happy with what i had here.
But you know what? For a while i thought, maybe it wasn’t you. Maybe, for some bizarre reason, some random person who i’d never met cared about me, for god-knows-why. And thank you, for comforting me, for giving me that hope, but it’s not worth it.
Am i angry? not really. i don’t get angry. I’m sad. I don’t want to give this up. But this was my safe space, and now i’ve lost it. I won’t hodl it against you or anything, i’d probably have done the same in your situation Or maybe not. I mean, i’d like to think i wouldn’t, but i’m a pessimist about myself in an attempt to be realistic. So i’ll forgive, because i don’t see the point. But i’ll be more careful next time. Next time, don’t find me. Don’t even try. Please respect that i want to keep some things to myself.
Next time, if you want to ask me something, just ask it to my fucking face. I don’t bite. I’d’ve been happy to talk to you, to answer your questions.
Anyone i’m following, if for some reason you’re still reading what i write, i’ll probably find you again and follow you. in two months.
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cat, and no clue
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1. bookcase and its contents
2. computers
3. a bucket or other large container full of trinkets
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meow. pat me. i’m selfish. feed me
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lava lamp, i break the glass and stab them with it
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hide until winter, then kill them all
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cake
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From what i’ve gathered, it’s a sex position.
It being a zodiac symbol (and, therefore, related to my favourite troll) is a much nicer connection.
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Okay then. So you’re the two anons, who are actually one, except there are also other ones.
This is confusing.
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you get annoyed that almost every single song on the radio is about love and the majority of those physical/sexual love
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sexy is a meaningless descriptor.
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you question your sexuality after every even slight sexual thought.
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you see 69 and think of the Zodiac symbol cancer, or the homestuck character Karkat.
guilty. (by the way, i’m a Homestuck now)