it is mine. i made it.

What if a living weapon whumpee remained a weapon but in a reclamatory way. You made me into this, but now I will use it to fight against you. You made me into this, but now I will use it to protect those who are better to me than you were. You made me into this, but I decide what happens with it from here.

hey hey bodybrain why did it take five hours to get out of bed yesterday and it was fighting The Sludge the whole time but today it took ten minutes?

The Problem* with the unpredictability of chronic illness is a) it makes me superstitious and I fucking hate that and b) it puts so much pressure on the higher capacity days bc if I don’t get all the things done today I don’t know when I will be able to get them done which c) makes the good days extremely stressful instead of enjoyable

the answer to most awkward social situations is to be courteous and enjoy yourself. who cares

you think there's hidden knowledge that will allow you to perfectly predict which actions will prompt others to give you what you want. well there isn't and you don't even know what you want. don't take things so seriously

The yarn and the beads fit so well together, as if they were made for each other...

love wearing all black in public i hope no large gaseous heat emitting orb in the sky comes along and makes my day worse