Hi 27 genderqueer weirdo

im about to catsit next month for a (lovingly) crazy woman who is so deeply obsessed with her cat's care its touching truly. he needs insulin shots and she is telling me that shes going to send voice notes to my phone of her saying "copo! baby! its time for your insulin!" "come here handsome!" "its insulin time sweetie!" so that he feels safe getting his insulin from a stranger. im like girl i love it. i love this

she was telling me yesterday "sometimes i look at him and he looks at me and i feel like we can hear each other's thoughts. is that crazy" and i was like "no of course not"

crossfaded somewhere between "there has to be more to life than this" and "every mundane thing is beautiful when you're with people you love"

I just set up an emitter to produce healing frequencies that can travel across the entire website so we should all be feeling better soonnn

I maintain that the best summation of my feminist beliefs are that men and women are not fundamentally different. There are a few quantifiable differences if you average out every woman and every man, but they are not qualitative. And most of them are socially constructed, and would be fixed if we started treating men and women the same. Neither is inherently smarter, neither is inherently kinder, neither is inherently more stoic or stronger or angrier or softer. Everyone is obsessed with the differences between women and men, with finding them and creating them and distancing themselves from the "other half". It's fucked up

every time i rediscover a Life Hack from like 30,000 years ago i feel so stupid i want to kill myself. ive recently started using a normal reed basket i just found by a dumpster to carry shit around my house. i need to bring 8 things from the kitchen cabinet to the stove to bake some cookies. ok i put them in the basket, i carry them to the stove. when im done with each ingredient i place it in the basket. at the end i take the basket back to the cabinet. i do this instead of making 4-5 trips because it's too many items to hold at once. i feel like a genius. i feel like a moron. i love my simple reed basket

i feel like if you’re able to be both romantic and sexual with your partner you should also be able to be platonic with them yaknowww like you should be friends and want to spend time with your partner like anyone else i hate how most people view their partner as so much more important than a friend like someone who you can ONLY be romantic or sexual with but 🤔🤔🤔idk i think you should be able to get a little platonic with it sometimes.

Babe are you OK? You reblogged "even if you get worse".

this is all stuff I taught myself as an adult, and I truly do not have anything but compassion for people who haven't learned to cope with cleaning and tidying. these posts brought to you by seeing how someone older than me was living and the obvious pain and embarrassment it caused when they had to let me into their space. it's really hard and humiliating. I wish it was more socially acceptable to say "hey it's cool, would you like a hand folding that laundry" because ultimately all I want is for everyone to feel reflected by and in control of the environment they live in.