i saw a really pretty person at the store today.
they had what seemed to be a male body, but they looked really feminine. their makeup was stunning their nails were painted white and red, they wore really pretty earrings they said were from hottopic, and had the most gorgeous head of hair i've ever seen, five colors and curly in a "bi bob."
i didn't catch their name, but i hope they are living their best life.
me: combs through manuscript so many times and so thoroughly that it's as polished as it can be
my beta reader: here's a list of typos i found.
me: ah...lovely...thank you...
if my mom thinks reminding me how bad i am at something is "helpful" then i don't wanna know how helpful she can be
gods, last time i touched tumblr was when i was a raging army/ahgasae. damn. /neutral
*staring at myself in the mirror* IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE ACCURATE, YOU ARE LITERALLY WRITING FANFICTION IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE CANON WORTHY!!!
my name is def.
You walk and lookin like a neon light ✨
I am a grown ass adult and I still get nausea when I feel like I'm in trouble. They're gonna send me to the principals office and take away my toys for a week. Can you just fucking kill me instead of making me stew in my fucking anxiety
anyone have advice for existing as an autistic with chronic pain. work is mentally and physically exhausting and i have yet to be considered for any of the desk jobs or receptionist jobs i've applied to. i would be so much happier if i could work and only have my focus on clients and minimal on-my-feet or vice versa.