wait.

You don’t have to love your body

the suicidal ideation man who lives in my brain and i kind of have a weird sex thing going on im ngl

absolutely love reading such a well-written story and falling a bit in love with the author based solely on the way they write. like baby the way you italicize words makes my heartbeat quicken.

every day should be like i wake up & my first thought is a beautiful idea of a fun & new activity & i spend my day accomplishing it

i do want to live like them like so bad

my job in the leftist commune is babybel unwrapper and everyone wants to fuck me

it's so funny when people are liek 'um i dont like rap because its misogynistic' as if every beloved classic rock band doesnt have at least one song, often multiple, called like "I Love Committing Statutory Rape"

I think the biggest downside to having animal ears and a tail would be trying to mask your discomfort in public like imagine trying to play it cool in customer service but your tail keeps bristling

manager: you're not wagging enough

cats are such decadent little beasts like look at this thang

What a pose... truly fantastic

everyone saying "art doesn't need to be perfect" hasn't taken into account the art monster, the monster that comes and kills you if art doesn't look exactly like it did in your head

based on a true story

I think adults need summer vacation. Like let's just close down all our jobs for three months and play outside. Please. I'm so tired.

Love to see this post getting notes again. None of us are ok.

forget Resting Bitch Face, I have Resting Competent Face. People see me and think ah yes she can point me to the nearest train station. Fellow grocery shoppers ask if I know what kind of butter they should buy. If a strange man speaks to me on the street it is literally always an inquiry and never a catcall. Once someone randomly asked me what an equinox was and after I told her she nodded and said "you seemed like you'd know." why am I assigned oracle at random interaction

smoked a joint the sorcerer gave me and experienced life as a 1989 toyota tercel from assembly and production until i was left derelict in a junkyard in baker california oxidizing and rusting for 10,000 years. my favorite part was five hundred years in when a family of armadillos moved in for a few weeks