I introduced myself to a group with preferred pronouns for the first time in my life today and it was no big deal and I felt foolish, but happy. my hands were shaking
if you’re not ending your emails with “kill me! your slave and enemy,” then what are you doing with your life
I'm fascinated by how the formatting of different social media sites affect how text is read.
For instance, a line break on Tumblr indicates a new idea.
people who enter my home will be shown an assortment of objects
There’s so much to unpack here:
Pack of Beakers
Goth Beaker
The Beaker snitching and pointing out the photographer
The Beaker that’s about to unload on the photographer
The terminator strut before the ass whooping and you know he’s moving at speed because of the blur
The ominous feeling that you know this is 3 in the morning
except for gale of course who is a fucking emo
one of the things I really love about this game is that if you empower and support your friends (while! calling out their bs and not enabling) then they just MAKE THE RIGHT DECISION that is most ethical and/or best for them ON THEIR OWN and that is so!! good!!! IT IS SO GOOD!!! AAAAAHHHH
i need to stand ankle deep in a creek about this
plunged my arm in our 2kg bag of coffee, petting the beans and inhaling the scent
Bits from my life, occasional reblogs | Autumn: always-between-birches | Winter: burnt-almonds
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