professional catboy

controversial opinion but i should get what i want sometimes

this was tumblr in 2013

This is tumblr in 2026

I love tumblr because somehow I can end up being mutuals with a celebrity (someone that wrote a fic that I loved)

i feel like something inside me has gone moldy

sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.

being on the aro spectrum would be a lot easier if being single wasn't made to feel like a literal death sentence

it's all very well to say "friends are just as important as romantic partners" but in practice this simply is not the case lmao. you can share a flat with a friend but it's expected that sooner or later that friend will meet someone and will move out to go live with that person instead. if you're hanging out with friends you can bring your partner along but your friends can't come on a date night with you because that's third-wheeling and it's weird. you can know somebody for most of your life and still be second-best to some guy they met on tinder 6 months ago. you're meant to just accept without question the fact that your friends will prioritise time with their partners over time with you. being single is treated like a problem that needs to be fixed. we casually use expressions like "just friends" or "more than friends". everything we read and watch reinforces the idea that romantic love is what gives life meaning and therefore your life is meaningless without it. i try to keep my chin up but my god it is bleak out there

not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as “my liege” would come strangely naturally

I like when people tag witch hat atelier stuff with "#wha" because it looks like they're just gently befuddled by fanart or whatever

Think i might be evil on par with draculas and nosferatus

[no beers in] do you think im ever going to belong somewhere