kill ur darlings

mwah with tongue

[no beers in] do you think im ever going to belong somewhere

potato ingot (hash brown)

demonic possession wouldn’t even affect me, i would just assume it’s The Symptoms

i went to the aquarium the other week and hand to god every single seahorse was pregnant. it was like ao3 in there

childhood emotion of wanting a dragon that is your friend so bad that it feels like there is a vacuum in your soul that only a dragon who is your friend can fill

one of the trippiest things about unmasking ones autism/neurodiversity/insanity is that all selves are a mask, albeit to varying extents. the second you think you know who you are, it becomes a story you are telling yourself, and you will pressure yourself to align with it and ignore details to help make it fit. that is not to say the project of finding your self is pointless, simply that it never ends and it is the searching itself, the desire for the expression rather than the expression itself, that is you. and there are and will be many of those yous, and they will never stop changing. certain fictional selves we make (or that society foists upon us) certainly fit worse than others, but the ones that fit well are more like roles it's fun to sometimes play than they are anything static and certain. we are found in the becoming not in the being. in the search not the finding. you understand what im saying