Transmascmilomurphy - Milo :]

i hate being disabled so much. i stood on the side walk across my house for half an hour because it was so hard to cross. i hate it so much i hate it so so so much

left foot, right foot, left foot, one step at a time. Hope is a thing with dirt under her fingernails.

actually i think its horrendous how the word delusional has been co-opted & watered down (especially to the term "delulu") by ableminded & sane people to mean "thinking your crush likes you back!!!!!!" when actual delusional psychotic & schizophrenic people are treated like absolute shit and are constantly being thrown under the bus even in mental health communities and people act like we just killed their entire family in front of them when we even mention our mental state.

I LOVE T4T I LOVE THE SAFETY I LOVE THE DEVIANCY I LOVE THE NO AWKWARD QUESTIONS I LOVE THE UNDERSTANDING I LOVE THE SEX I LOVE THE NO SEX I LOVE T4T

why are there fake transparent pngs. what kind of sick prank is this. some kind of looney tunes ass bullshit. i run at the gray and white checkered background and hit it like a wall.

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

Doofenshmirtz is one of us

left foot, right foot, left foot, one step at a time. Hope is a thing with dirt under her fingernails.

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