My Brain Constantly:

twelfth night fucking cooks, idc.

I'm still thinking about I Saw the TV Glow and I'm sure I'll still be thinking about it for a long time.

In a world that constantly tells trans people what if you'll regret transitioning?, it's refreshing and incredibly important to have art that tells us what if you'll regret NOT transitioning?. And even more importantly, it tells us there is still time.

It's a haunting masterpiece.

rip Bunny Corcoran, you would have loved chatgpt

aroace punk. any pronouns all presentations chill guy named grandma. disaster sapphic girlemployee. platonic polycule with a shared fictional eldritch king boyfriend. butch lesbian boss mother. tits out makeup on grown adult baby son. drawtectives understands queer rep like nobody else.

knuckle tattoos that say JANE EYRE

— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” (1967) (via lunamonchtuna)

I need more fairy teacups in my life

The masculine connotation of a bow tie and the feminine connotation of a bow on the top of the head implies a nonbinary bow style placed directly over the nose

grenda(n) with the trans coded jacket this season is warming my lil gender non conforming heart <3

i’m/he’s/she’s/we’re/they’re cooking = good

i’m/he’s/she’s/we’re/they’re cooked = bad

something happens between the cooking and the serving methinks