she cannot always distinguish a flea's head from a

hold on i have to do everything

sorry I can’t hang out tonight. yeah I’m busy freaking out over things that might not even happen. yeah it’s gonna take a while

ao3 asking if i want to see mature content. do i want to see birds in the sky. do i want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass under my feet

should be in a butches lap rn </3

me currently

[ID: digital drawing of a white silhouette from the waist down, standing inside water and touching it with its left hand, leaving traces of white. the water is wavy and colored in orange, yellow, light blue and dark blue. together they make the aroace flag colors. end ID.]

never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.

having friends is important because otherwise you’ll stay convinced your parents are normal

Sketchin my peenids for this transmasc zine I’m submitting to, do you think tumblr will let me post it?

7 thousand people have seen an artistic rendering of my benis

#Tits moderate firm yet jiggly like a third kind of tofu

you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.

lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.