hellish refluke

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

"chekhov's gun" my ass. he used a phaser.

Yes, I absolutely do accept Must the frog.

why am i dressed slutty you ask? to read classic literature alone in my room. mind your own business.

they’re burning me onto a CD tomorrow

Do not make fun of bug style