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just accidentally clicked on a stranger things fan account and saw that their bio mentioned baz pitch. similar feeling to what i imagine being in a foreign country and bumping into your best friend somehow without knowing you both were in said country would feel.

if i was an artist, i would draw a handsome woman in nothing but a big apron (maybe with slightly bloody hands) and caption it "Butch-er ... Is that anything?" and then all the lesbians would go crazy and comment things like "AWOOGA" and i would be proud knowing i had done my job

if there's anything i'm gonna do, it's categorize things in an unnecessarily hyper-specific way. if some of u saw my spreadsheet to keep track of my book collection and just how many elements i track in there, i think you'd probably want to strangle me

i spend most of my time alone enraptured in my daydreams of a more fulfilling life and then, inevitably, my eyes come back into focus and i see myself like i’m watching a movie about me: an adult woman in a shania twain shirt and stitch socks, holding a build-a-bear with a sweater i crocheted for it and staring at the wall unblinking. it’s better when i’m less self-aware. ignorance is bliss etc