yippee

friend who went to bed is a type of dead wife

shoutout to the words "overmorrow" and "ereyesterday". english losing these words was stupid. "the day after tomorrow" "the day before yesterday" clunky-ass constructions. revolting. i'm bringing overmorrow and ereyesterday back in my idiolect and there is nothing you can do about it

forgotten middle child syndrome the number 68 stuck between her funny number siblings 67 and 69. is this anything.

Ignore the spiral pattern in my eyes im fine and normal

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

science has always been political. what gets studied. what doesnt. who gets to do the studying. on and on and on.

how to become good at everything no practice no effort no motivation no passion no talent fast free

[Closing my eyes] [smiling peacefully] I like to make bad things happen because I'm a bad person and my blood is not unlike a corrosive poison.

When I think of Kristen Applebees, I think of scraped freckled knees, and moth-eaten tie-dye shirts, and falling down with flailing arms and legs, and laughing hysterically through the all-consuming pain, and a whispered oath to care, and colorful bandaids gently placed onto mortal wounds, and palms littered with little cuts from etching the face of a dead god in stone, and dirty sneakers with untied laces, and trying to hold it all in your hands even as it keeps falling out so you look like a juggling clown, hoping that the audience laughs and then looks away

thank you, much better

Stop doing it scared and start doing it scary. Invoke sheer eye-clawing terror into all those who have ever wronged you