Too many thoughts, head full

recurring dead wife flashback where it becomes increasingly apparent that the person remembering her has dishonestly claimed a romantic dynamic to their relationship that never actually existed and erased any conflict that ever existed between them now that she's no longer able to say no to them

dead wife flashback where each time we see her she looks more confused and upset by how she's remembered, then desperate and furious, until she's hammering on the glass screaming to be let out

this isn't how it happened. you know this isn't how it happened. but you still keep coming back, keep disturbing my grave so you can play out your fantasies. voyeurs crowding around my autopsy, straining for the best view; pawing through my entrails like grubby butchers trying to find some golden meaning in blood and shit because you can't bear to face the cold light of truth. you just can't bear the thought of never having really known me at all.

i am like the breadloser of the family

i bought the new Lego Tower of Babel set but the instructions stop making sense about halfway through the little booklet thingy.

side benefit of communal all-gender restrooms is that they may be our best chance to shame cis men into washing their hands

i was in a communal all-gender restroom today and as i was washing my hands a middle-aged man came out of one of the stalls, started to make for the door, clocked me standing at the sinks, and changed course to wash his hands with a real hangdog look on his face

I love thinking about Eva Stratt pirating the entire internet. Girl did you figure out how to do that yourself. Fucking amazing. Did you approach some poor government official and force them to do it. That’s fucking wonderful.

"that doesn't sound sincere- it sounds rehearsed" is one of the most devastating and fucked-up statements you can make to anyone in the neurodivergent/ADHD/Autistic/Schizophrenic/Disordered Personality sphere. yeah bitch it's rehearsed. because i wanted to get it right when i said it

I’ve recently discovered how much better life can be when we normalize this. My best friend and I have started saying “hang on, I’m scripting” when we need a minute to mentally rehearse during big conversations (and “bear with me, I’m doing improv” when we’ve reached the end of our script and start to struggle with words lol)

It must've already been mind-blowing to Rocky to learn that, yeah humans can just perceive the stars by looking at the night sky. Not that actual stars though, we're technically perceiving the ancient past bc that's how far away the stars are it's basic physics. :) like bro must've been all wtf hello?? But then. To learn that, ohh yes that's how humans used navigate across the oceans of our planet, we looked at the stars and oriented ourselves against them :). Like what kinda mythical BS is that? You measured yourself against the ancient imperceptible parts of the night sky. and trusted that to take you to unexplored parts of the sea? and it worked? Erid doesn't even have a fucking nighttime. No wonder humans are so insane.

[Transcript: Look, Penelope. Look. There is nobody out here. Nobody. Do you see that? Do you see that? Look- Look over here. There’s nobody. Look over here. There’s nobody! There is nobody out here. End transcript.]

me reading the end of the odyssey

(Penelope is a small black chihuahua, roughly the size of three bagels, and is being held out at arm's length.)

(Getting swindled by a genie) it’s like talking to a fucking tumblr user with you

the genie: how dare you say I'm fucking a tumblr user

Rocky thinking Grace literally said “I have to go and die” on one of their first interactions is so funny to me. Like imagine meeting an alien after almost half a century alone and then they go “ah, bad timing, I’m gonna go lay down and never get up. Nice meeting ya! :)”