local wastrel

i <3 when women characters feel they aren't able to express sadness in "normal" ways because they don't feel safe enough to cry in their environment so instead they opt for the more acceptable strong emotion of rage and they get recklessly angry at the people around them in fits of misplaced sadness and terror and make irreversible decisions and hurt others. i dont care as much when this happens to a man

going 28 dollars mode

“you’re such a ray of sunshine!” thanks! one day i chose to act happy and then i kept choosing it over and over and over and over until the neurological pathways formed like desire paths in the thicket. i dug and clawed my nails into the grooves of my brain and carved out joy. i retouch it every day.

no rest for me and im not even that wicked ?

tbh i think no matter how much people try to optimize intentionally-produced stim toys nothing will ever top Some Piece Of Crap You Found At A Yard Sale 15 Years Ago or perhaps Garbage

im learning other animals

critics are calling my bedroom experience "roguelike" and "kafkaesque"

midwife? don't say that. a wife could never be that.