a million miles away

It's okay if you're 22 and still sleep with a stuffed animal it's called having the cuddlers spirit and it's actually what gets you into heaven

my shoulder blades are actually pretty reasonably sensitive if you remember my invisible wings are there. why are you making that face

pervert.

i mean, it's not all bad, the budding wings (yet to grow strong or large enough to break through the skin of your back like cracking an eggshell tearing open all your layers, destroying the past you, leaving you red and raw, and flinging blood into the air and all around you making a mess of everything) do look really cute pressing into the not quite transparent layers of skin that still trap them. i mean they look really uncomfortable, but it's cute at least.

i feel so defensive and protective of people with ARFID like if i had a disorder that made my brain register 90% of food as poison for no reason and i had a bazillion people on the internet constantly calling me a manchild who needs to just grow up and stop being a picky eater i would start killing people

people with ARFID and people with very few autism safe foods and people with contamination OCD and people in ED recovery and everyone else with a complicated relationship with food that no one takes seriously GET BEHIND ME!!!!!!!

I feel like having wings violently burst out of your back would just feel really good. Like itd feel awful but also itd feel really satisfying.

i was trying to decide whether to be kind or not when a little angel girl suddenly appeared on my shoulder but my reflexes are great so of course i immediately crushed her slapping down my hand onto the spot before she could even say anything but im not sure that was the best decision because it got iridescent angel viscera and smeared halo the color of a radioactive blindspot pretty much everywhere and i think it might have permanently stained the etheric projection of my hand and collarbone because now it's dripping with metaconceptual taint even more than it used to be.

not that i would know what that's like

not that i would know what that's like

not that i would know what that's like

i hear wing molesting is the new trend of the summer