not sure whats going on

they hate me for my flat facial expressions and inability to contribute to conversations

what doesn’t kill you makes you cry on a bright sunny day

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

I hope young boys see me out and about in my fun ridiculous outfits and go “wait… that’s allowed? I can dress like that?”

enough miserable boys in t-shirts and jeans because that’s all they feel they can wear. wear a colourful cardigan. the world needs your colour and your spirit

I posted this with cis teens in mind but honestly this goes for everyone. dressing the way you want can be so scary but if there’s anything I’ve learned in my years on this planet, it’s so important to just have fun with it. anyone who cares enough to give you a hard time for it is someone who isn’t worth your time. it makes my WEEK when I see someone dressed unusually and delightfully. let that be you!!!!

happy if you have scholarly inclinations there is usually something wrong with your sexuality july

idk i would personally rather give up access to certain products seasonally or locally than have people enslaved to give me the ability to have any product any place any time. i think i can go without tomatoes in january.

give it up for voice breaks everyone. round of applause for shaky whimpers, pained cries, distressed whining, keening in the back of the throat, that moment when a character tries so hard to keep talking but their voice cracks into a fluttery, weak little plea for help

you’re allowed to be proven wrong!! you’re allowed to make mistakes!! you’re allowed to constantly be learning!! you don’t have to know everything!!

tbh if someone just handed me a pressure washer and set me loose in the streets i would go into a trance and just start hosing shit down indiscriminately. it's not a question of how much i could clean, but how long until i get hit by a car and die

im so sorry i never participated in the reblog game you tagged me in i love you very much im just so tired