apparently i do this writing thing...

“my father is a boy and my mother is a girl so i’m mixed” is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6’5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat

my bedsheet is pregnant and it's. the rest of my laundry

favorite type of word: names of genres that tell you nothing without context. literary fiction. popular music. interactive fiction. lets invent a new genre called experiencable media

no weapon formed against my sweeties will prosper

not ignoring you not replying to you but a secret third thing

forgor

Everyone on tumblr has Conditions. maladies. I log onto tumblr and my mutuals are unwellposting. Conditions I didn't even know existed and sound like dark curses but I will see a post from friend like "died about 60% today, fine now. Made egg on toast #yummytoast". There are so many people in this world with life experiences

i know you said we ride at dawn but i’m not a morning person actually. can we ride after lunch

good morning to the beaten and the damned only

being vulnerable and admitting I don't understand a reference

the strongest bond is probably pad wings to themselves. the weakest is probably pad wings to your underwear

im realizing very fast that people do not in fact know that sometimes things in stories suck on purpose and it sucking is the point

pulling yourself up by your strap-on or whatever they say

it’s always “I understand why you have an autism diagnosis now” and not “thank you for explaining the entirety of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster to me, I really enjoyed hearing about the Chernobyl nuclear disaster”