hags for doomed space yaoi

invented a cocktail called “swamp water” where you basically add ingredients until it sucks and then you drink it

as always wishing I could jork my peanuts. but alas all I have is this stupid vulva

drunk again and once again thinking of bloodymary. why are they like that even. I want want theyre havjng. I want to be saved by the blood ocean by a cute scientist. I want to be pulled from dystopia to hopecore simply by the force of (a) how much I am loved and how much my story is loved and (b) the joy of gay people thst exists in any true souls heart and (c) a cute scientist and his rock alien bestie. when’s it my turn.

defeated the social anxiety final boss today (bared my ass to my entire class of medical assistant students as part of a demonstration on dorsal gluteal injections)