My Friends Jerk Off To More Avant-garde Concepts Than Your Friends Do

i would rather hang out with a thousand feedists and fat "fetishists" than even one so-called ally wailing and gnashing their teeth about the evils of *checks notes* finding fat people hot.

died and came back right. there was definitely something wrong with me before? resurrection fixed me i think

for years i've been collecting gifs from those gifsets where every gif is a word in a sentence but only the ones that just say 'the' and i'm wondering if i should finally publish my collection

oh god. estrogen finally letting me feel emotions is unfortunately having the side effect of now allowing me to process how much i wish i had the opportunity to live a normal girl childhood instead of a depressed egg childhood, and how many times as a kid i was clearly grasping blindly at whatever scraps of girlhood i could get away with

sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.

Growing up both neurodivergent, and a trans girl (though I didn't know that part at the time) while also being athletic was a very weird experience.

I could gain social capital through being good at sports. People would see this weirdo kid that they would otherwise call a freak, but I threw a ball really good. So they didn't.

The better my stats were, the more of myself I was allowed to be.

It's a weird experience having a quantifiable measure of your social capital.

It's even weirder when it's gone and you don't know where you stand anymore.

be a good piggie and sniff out truffles in the underbrush for mommy.

god i’m so tired. i can’t do this. i can’t keep fucking doing this.

“lol why are you following the boobs and ass artist” why do you think I’m following the boobs and ass artist. do you think I go to the grocery store ironically too

Drew this so fast oh my god