crimson and clover over and over

i dont care if Monday's lit. Tuesday Wednesday touch my clit. Thursday i don't give a shit. it's Friday I'm in love

no weapon formed against my sweeties will prosper

I've seen some posts trying to make fun of former gifted kids by comparing them to former student athletes who insist that they could have gone pro if not for a specific injury, and those posts always backfire, because my reaction to them is "You're right, we should treat former student athletes with more compassion than we currently do"

I went from being very physically active to getting the "your body doesn't make energy properly anymore" disability so I can completely understand the grief that comes with circumstances outside your control destroying parts of you you were once proud of and locking you out of the life you could have had. It's not a good feeling.

"More compassion" is very rarely a bad decision

partner and I recently started a new nightly routine where we pretend to be space aliens trying to learn about/appreciate human culture by having a bowl of ice cream and watching any <15 minute video youtube recommends us of people demonstrating great skill and dedication to some form of art. so far I would say it's been very successful. we have gotten to watch world champion indigenous hoop dancing, a pianist playing beethoven for an elephant, an armored MMA longsword cage match, russian folk dancing, the opening stanzas of the epic of gilgamesh performed in sumerian, mongolian throat singing, and a dramatic re-enactment of the JFK assassination using my little pony figurines

Some fake things that aren't real are low key really importsnt

I feel like not enough people realize that people under enormous strain act really really fucking Weird

They could never make me hate you, complex female character whose reaction to trauma was not pretty and digestible like how people think it should be.