Once I Beat The Depression And The Burnout And The Anxiety And The Loneliness And The Exhaustion And

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

FUCK! MY TIME LOOP!!! :(

i actually think i'd do great in a time loop. this shit is awesome

“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

sorry for documenting my suffering and delusions online do you still think im hot

transphobes be like: “i inCISt you stick to the gender binary”

working hard at the sunk cost factory

horror of being perceived vs desire to be adored

again and again and again and again

why are moms capable of just leeching vibe arsenic into the atmosphere when they’re pissed

i actually give so many shits i might as well have diarrhea at this point