Why Are Moms Capable Of Just Leeching Vibe Arsenic Into The Atmosphere When They’re Pissed

once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see

the more i Think, the more i understand why autistic-coded characters are often robots

keep waiting

wait

the next time i have to explain something in my own words i am just going to invent my own language

everybody leave town i need to talk to myself on a walk for an hour and fifteen minutes

“For what was a person but the sum of all the scraps of their memory and experience: a finite set of components with an infinite array of expressions.”

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Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

i can’t remember what six year old me was wishing for throwing coins in the fountain and blowing on dandelions but i hope the person i am today was at least one of them

so i'm going to make a new jacket patch