ad astra, per aspera

If I ever cooked the perfect egg, an egg so perfect I would know immediately and never have a better egg, if I well and truly in one moment achieved the pinacle of absolute egg cookery, I guess the thing is that I'd still have to go back and cook other eggs that aren't perfect.

its interesting being a weird autistic tranny as a kid and letting yourself get accustomed to the idea that youre just some magically antisocial loser who is "introverted" and is happy being alone and then you grow up and realize that actually you love being social you love hugs you love going out and hate being alone you just hated all of the social opportunities available to you growing up so much you let yourself romanticize solitude as a slightly less miserable state than interacting with people

This has basically described my past 2 years.

truly an honor and a privilege getting to witness everyone's first time in public ever every single time i go grocery shopping

count dracula? uhhh ok. one

🧛 nathing vrong vith me

ancient peoples loooved a flood narrative it was kinda like their beatles