fenrir

its interesting being a weird autistic tranny as a kid and letting yourself get accustomed to the idea that youre just some magically antisocial loser who is "introverted" and is happy being alone and then you grow up and realize that actually you love being social you love hugs you love going out and hate being alone you just hated all of the social opportunities available to you growing up so much you let yourself romanticize solitude as a slightly less miserable state than interacting with people

pulling my tamagotchi out of my pocket in the same way a distinguished old man would check his pocket watch

the grocery store should be open 24/7 but they should let the employees go home and just trust us

i love the whole world violently. and i dont want to go to work