i'm back on this hellsite i guess

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

hate when i have no for where the light source is that looks like a half-arsed photoshop do

One of the most joyful moments of 2024 during a Pride Parade in Portugal.

it’s legitimately fascinating the need thin people have to assert their tremendous thinness in every online conversation regarding fatness. a post will read “fat people are human” and someone will respond “I’m soooooooo skinny and small and petite but I agree!”

the idea of being in a situation where someone has even a fractional possibility of accidentally assuming they’re fat is too much

every year around late may, without fail, this post starts getting notes again . and my little wet raw chicken breast of a brain gets puzzled. because i forget that summer is , in fact. a yearly event

this pride month we’re all going to be radically pro transgender. or else.

can't wait to say "during pride month?" at every minor inconvenience all of next month

it's extremely funny reading historical accounts of Spontaneous Human Combustion because it follows the normal historical trend of other 1800s paranormal phenomena where it stopped happening as much right around the time cameras were invented and stopped happening entirely when everyone started carrying mini cameras in their pockets, but unlike most others of its ilk, it was effectively replaced by this mysterious phenomena where alocoholics would spill liqour on themselves and then fall asleep smoking a cigarette and turn into a fireball. nobody knows if these two things are related