At my uni, every single boy is retarded and weak — they make me look like an extroverted person. I've come to visit some of them, and in every house I go by, they were like, extremely "good boys" extremely caring for their moms, and always giving too much of themselves at home.

they are not aware of how their moms fucked their lives... they didn't have an edgy phase where they go alone and do stupid things, which seems wise, but as I can see, they really needed to have that phase.

I also have my flaws, I'm to timid to "disturb" people—when I actually need to disturb them.

ex: "I need to ask about this exam to my teacher, but... I don't really want to disturb him... I should go home and study it alone"
"I should ask that person if he has any job for me... but I really don't want to disturb him, asking for jobs..."

this behavior was actually taught by my mom, she made sure that I never disturbed anyone when I was a kid. She taught me to never ask others for stuff... which seems reasonable, but as soon as I grow up, I realized that you don't go far if you don't disturb others...

even on the internet, I’m not actually that annoying. I only act this way on my own channel because it’s my blog, so I can be as annoying as I want here. But I never go to other people’s channels and bother them there… and if I ever do, I stop as soon as I realize how annoying I’m being.

me and my best oomfies

hime cuts are so cute

I’m so anxious dude, there’s to many exams to do this week

Cosplaying L around these NPCs, they ain’t like me ✌️

Non ducor, duco

Bro was wearing this cap in front of me during exam

Fernando Pessoa is 🫩Portuguese

I'm a sex symbol for the zoomer generation

If I ever date, I don’t want them saying “I love you” to me, or any other cheap compliment — in fact, I don’t want to hear compliments at all. Maybe desperate ones. You know when someone is desperate for someone and they give a compliment out of despair? “I love you, please don’t leave,” that kind of compliment would be acceptable. Otherwise, it would just feel… cheap.

I don’t want them telling me how pretty I am, or listing the reasons they like me. I want to contemplate the mystery of someone being attached to me. I don’t need a rational explanation for their feelings — that doesn’t evoke any emotion in me. I just need to see their feelings in action. To contemplate someone by my side without even knowing the reason they’re there, and even so, they keep showing more and more signs of attachment toward me, making me feel like I belong to them.