The headshaker

There's just something about him that I love so much.

Memory, as Metamorphosis.

the productivity creatures

my nervous system: we are going to get in so much trouble seriously

STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]

Absolutely genius line!!! I’m going to steal that one!

Via @sonneillonv 🥺

[ID from alt: emoji rubbing their hands together and grinning evilly. End ID.]

Terrified Introvert One Away From Bingo

he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.

happy pride, family.

I understand that most normal functioning brains need regular engagement to maintain a bond. Absence doesn’t diminish my affection. My silence isn’t neglect or disinterest. It’s time blindness and object impermanence. The contact gap is purely neurological, not emotional. Thank you for being patient with my inconsistency and holding a seat in your heart for me.