Thechaoticgentleman - No One, Yet.

Me at the beginning of the school year: I fucking hate the guys they're so transphobic, I don't feel safe at school. Atleast the girls are nice..

Me now: screw the guys, the girls are assholes. You're not the fucking victim here you prick. Don't try to tell me to "Stop being so negative" I will break your fucking ankles. YOU SAID GAY BEST FRIEND LIKE IT WAS A GOOD THING??? unironically too, wtf. And I suppose Im sorry for being a little stingy when you asked if my pronouns were they/them, you almost gave me fucking anxiety attack over that. (Props to ya use they/them, that's super cool and prolly really sexy) I've been out for the past two to three years and you've only properly met me and been introduced to me after I came out, my pronouns have been he/him for a long while. And don't think about "how could I be homophobic if my uncle is trans"

I'm genuinely astonished you weren't paying attention enough to get transphobic and homophobic right. Also that's got the same energy as "how can I be racist? I have a black friend." Like what made you think that's an intelligent answer?

She's lucky for ta couple things. One, that I have restraint and have worked on my anger management since last year. And two, that I got too stressed to even bring it up to a teacher. The thought of having to explain how someone is being mean to me makes me feel like I'm going to cry, and I don't like that.

Sometimes I open up Google and get whiplash because I hadn't closed the incognito tab from last night

Sometimes I remember that there was a little boy who thinks I'm really cool.

Box cream goes in bag jail

"it's not something I can tackle yet, I'm not strong enough, and that's okay. I don't need to be strong enough right now, I can take my time. I know I can't ignore it forever, I'll never heal that way. So I'll handle it when ready, when I can. I won't be doing alone anyways I'll have someone with me. And they'll help me."

Where are the rushed diary entries, as you run with friends to a playground. Where is the harsh, impulsive attitude. When did it all become so soft? This is not at any fault of light, but at the fault of us for not properly documenting the dark. Early morning is not complete without the stinging cold air, tea is not without it's bitterness. When did we start writing only the delicate? You cannot comprehend love without the suddenness of it all, no matter how slow you can try to take it there is the unmistakable surprises love must give someone. Without the impulsivity, the dark, the sudden, everything becomes diluted. And much less true.

There are two types of people:

The person who lends books to their friends books while looking them dead in the eyes and saying "If any harm comes to this tome, beloved and sacred to me, you will feel the wrath of the gods, and I will take it upon myself to harvest your soul"

The type of person to read their books in the rain, turn the lights down low and murmur the words on the pages softly in prayer, dog-ear and annotate the pages, and walk while reading which does not end well for any of the parties involved

I am both of those people.

Why do all my favorite posts I've made only have one note. I mean the one note is me because I'm a genius but tumblr, c'mon, they were throw away posts. They're, admittedly, also genius, but also not what I want people to like. Y'all wrong. Just fully incorrect. This is my professional opinion as the dictator of this blog and y'all are bad at this.

Choatic Academia Things That Practice Self-Care

Drinking teas all the time

Making a playlist that changes constantly for showering always kept at your desired length

Drinking water through a straw with ice cubes because normal water taste terrible

Going on ✨ dramatic ✨ walks but actual enjoying it

Dragging your friends to hang out

Collecting things that fill your home and heart

I'd like to see a comic/story where the protag and antag stick to the typical moral and immoral roles, the protag beats the antag (probably pretty brutally) but they survive and gets imprisoned.

Flash forward to the next season/book and the protag is revolting against whomever they were following in the first one. Recruits the antag and they swap roles. The protag now acts immorally and callously, where as the antag is acting morally and is definitely tramautized.