Intro

Hi, I'm @shitilyposting, but you can call me Phrogg or Arcane. I'm 20 years old and I'm a university student. I made this account to share my random thoughts and yap abt whatever. I go by any pronouns, so u can call me whatever u want lol.

In my free time, I like to game, listen to music or write books. Generally I like fiction in any form, fantasy and fanfiction. When it comes to gaming, I have to have a click with the game, I guess? I like

When it comes to music, same soup. I like a variety of genres and artists, especially

As a writer, I also offer beta reading services. For more info, check out my linktree. You can find my other socials there, for both the beta reading services but also just other things that I post :)

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the tension between me and dissapearing is so high

I kinda wish I wouldn't feel so sad and tired all the time. My brain is really trying to sabotage me

So I went to a family dinner of my bf that I attended once before, last year. It's a christmas dinner organised by one of his grandma's, right? Homegirl rich, travelling the world, multiple estates, whatever, but seems like a sweetie.

Anyways so, one of my bf's aunts (who's a daughter of the grandma) is married to an English guy who doesn't rlly speak Dutch (the local language). During dinner at some point, the grandma starts speaking fluent english to the guy, chatting w him and I was genuienly so fascinated because both my grandparent sets only speak romanian and no other language. For some reason, I assumed this was the default for old ppl but somehow this woman older than my own grandparents by a solid decade was speaking a 2nd and 3rd language just fine.

I was looking around me and nobody's reaction and I'm pretty much there like ??? Why isn't anyone reacting or fascinated??? This is a moment in history. It makes sense thinking abt how she travels and stuff, but I just never heard her speak english before and I never bothered to think abt it either until the moment itself.

Bro some ppl be absolutely fucking nasty. Wdym thatyou move in to your dorm and then you don't change your bed sheets weekly or every 2 weeks, and don't clean your dorm properly 1x a week? And I'm talking abt dusting, changing bed sheets if needed, washing the floor, the bathroom (if you have one), wash dishes, yk the drill.

Like I get it if you have a busier schedule once in a while or suffer from like, bad depression. But if there's literally not much going on in your life, then there's literally no reason as to why you'd live filth and make no efforts to do something abt it.

What are your best study methods and motivation? Reply and/or reblog :D thank you!!

Let's be friends!

Hi everyone! I'd love to make more online friends with who I can call, play video games and just chat with. Thus, I thought I could make a discord server for that :)

About me:

If you're interested, let me know and I'll start making the server :)

So I had my suspicion that I was into women ever since I was like 16 but was never sure, yk? I only dated guys and never really got a chance w a woman. Because of that, I often doubted if I was really into a woman and if I was really bi, yk, so I decided to drop the labels cuz they made me feel insecure.

I kissed a girl for the first time almost a week ago and it made me realise like "damn, I'm so fucking gay.". I love women. I want a woman. I'd marry a woman. I can be specific as fawk w my type, but if I'd find a girl like that, I'm folding ASAP.

I saw someone post something that helps them lose weight and that resonates w me so well. It's basically "don't eat when u don't need the energy. Eat to live, not live to eat." and that genuinely is such a valid point.

Because if you think abt it, humans do need food ofc, but it's main and only goal is to keep you alive. You can enjoy it, obviously, but at the end of the day, this shouldn't be your main goal in life. You need it to survive n that's all.

I never understood people with an 3D until a few months ago. I didn't understand why you'd want to ⭐ve yourself in order to be thin, as I loved food and thought that you just needed to do better. I loved food and didn't see the point in wanting to hurt yourself for it, nor did I find the strength in myself to be able to do that.

That until I gained too much weight. It was gradual and I tried to ignore it, telling myself that it's "fine" and that it'll just go away eventually. I was on antidepressants because of my anxiety and often found comfort in food, especially sweets and such. I enjoyed them and that's that. I eventually became overweight and while I tried to accept myself as is and try to do better, I just couldn't stand the view in the mirror. If that wasn't enough, I started to hate the fact that I struggled finding pants and such that fit and looked good on me, and my mother also started fat shaming me. A lot. I delayed doing anything purely out of spite, to prove her a point. Eventually it did get to me.

Although I was often in denial about how I treated my body was giving 3D, I talked to a friend who used to struggle with it and she said it sounded like balls deep 3D. Although I still weighted a lot, I found a certain comfort in starving myself, punishing myself if I ate too much by working out harder and eating less the next day. It made sense, but I decided that if I was going to struggle with it and have that label, I might as well do it properly. Avoid food even harder, consume less sugars, smaller meals, count my calories and move a lot. While I still don't count the exact calories I eat in a day, I avoid eating foods above 100 kcals (but obviously the lower, the better) and keep drinking water and soda's that have no sugar to try and forget. The feeling of hunger feels so nice now and I feel like I'm finally doing it right when I feel it, along with feeling shaky and dizzy/lightheaded.