stop making sense

count dracula? uhhh ok. one

🧛 nathing vrong vith me

mozzarella and parmesan is kind of like the age gap yuri of cheese

For Sale: Baby Shoes. Heavy wear, almost as if the baby had been hiking.

you could never make me hate magitech/scifantasy settings. fantasy and scifi are two beuatiful women to me and they are kissing with tongue.

I think some of the loneliness of autism is that you feel like you hurt people just by Interacting Wrong, but you don’t know how to Interact Right, and the more effort you put into it, the more exhausted you are and the more artificial it comes across (with the end result of people still being upset with you). and it’s not anyone’s fault for not liking Being Interacted With Wrong, and it’s not your fault for doing it so wrong, but it is very, very lonely.

Up late singing and microwaving loud as fuck