the choiceless hope in grief

being asked follow up questions while infodumping is what i imagine sex would feel like if it was real

using the bus tracker app is like. oh it's going to be here in three minutes. now it's five minutes. oh the bus has killed itself

i'm such yayybait. i'm such yippee!bait. i love to become ensnared in delight

call me ʔ the way i make her glottal stop. this is nothing. this post is fucking nothing.

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know

if you're disabled you're not a burden you're a person and i think you're worth whatever effort it takes to meet your needs

How to tell if the scientist you're talking to is a chemist or an astrophysicist: Ask them if carbon is a metal

they told me not to get lost in the weeds, but these are lush, beautiful, and ecologically necessary native plants so it's probably fine