bzzzzt

i'm sorry i never did your tag game. i love you

the thrill of finding out what you were made for

I was gonna complain like that Tumblr isn't sending notifications well bc I'm posting a lot and getting 0 notes (and because it gave me ghost notes + failed me a few minutes ago) but I realized I sound like the old man going to fix his phone bc his grandkids don't call him 😭

firm believe that not everything happens for a reason, sometimes things are just cruel. and they shouldn’t have happened and it’s not supposed to be a lesson because we never deserved such thing.

hm some people in my inbox got really mad at this specifically. nothing you can say will convince me that some of the pain and suffering we go through is our “fate” no, it isn’t

I love rooms and spaces and things and objects and furniture and materials and fabrics and textures and papers and wood and assortments and collections and places and selections and ink and paint and walls and floors and windows and clothing and jewelry and hair and and toys and spoons and bowls and knives and forks and plates and cups and tables and rugs and other rectangles of a things and pencils and pens and erasers and brushes and maps and floorplans and diagrams and charts and graphs I love things

the radical feminism leaving people’s bodies when they encounter a female who’s actually autistic or perverted and suddenly they must be a secret male

[curls up into a ball] I can see why pillbugs use this move

really love keeping up with my mutuals through their little tags and vent posts. getting updates on how they’re doing is something like: glad to know your job at the library is going well. i’m sorry you haven’t gotten that raise. glad your finals went well. i’m sorry your teacher is so unhelpful. glad your tv show got renewed. i’m sorry they killed your favorite character. glad that you scored tickets to see your favorite artist. i’m sorry they aren’t touring near you at all. glad your cat is doing well. i’m sorry your mom is sick again. glad you’re feeling better now that it’s your favorite season. i’m sorry your meds aren’t working. glad you’re married now. i’m sorry you have to step back for your mental health. glad you’re still here. i’m sorry life is so hard. glad you’re alive, i hope things get easier for you soon

time to feel sick about every decision i’ve ever made in my entire life

(smiling serenely) i’m going to attack you now

my cat when I've crossed the invisible & ever-changing line of how many pets is too much