Unpopular Opinion:

In today’s news: i have been declared Demi by a bottle cap.

As someone who considers themself somewhere around quoiro/nebula or Aego, i am ok with this.

Disclaimer: do not go around saying this to Ace/Aro ppl.

This is what Porter Robinson’s Worlds album sounds like to me (I haven’t listened to the other albums)

Does anyone get a diff feeling? Similar/same?

Sometimes u need a weighted blanket to flatten the emotions into a thin little pancake so they don’t condense into something unmanageable

Ode to my week

Yesterday I bought some fruit

I pulled some plants up by the root

The day before I washed my clothes

And ruined the entire load

My ancient shelf fell off the wall

It launched my file box with its fall

And took my yarn and picture frame

The glass has broken, not my games

I need to do some gardening

My knees say that’s not happening

But still I got to pet my cat

And give her a cute little hat

My job does not appreciate

My physical restrictive trait

There’s so much paperwork of late

It’s something that my doctor hates

Today I tried to drink root beer

It fell and my whole room is smeared

I swear hekkin everywhere

My outlet, art book, printer, chair

This week is a chaotic mess

There’s been some good I must confess

I’m still sending an SOS

Ridiculous- just let me rest

Pro tip:

If you like smiling, do not get a scab on ur chinny chin chin

Reminder that executive function/ task paralysis isn’t force-of-will-able for the most part

Can you force your brain to think of a word on the tip of your tongue? Can you snap your fingers and recall the exact appearance of your first article of clothing? Can you tell the oxygen in your lungs where to go?

Who has complete control of their brain, their body, and the chemicals within? Not me.

Enter at your own risk

I’d like to imagine that the boop makes an empty paper towel tube *PONK* noise.

There are many words that I think deserve more use such as psithurism, brontide, and coddiwomple.

My dudes. My pals. My homeslice bread slices.

Never have I experienced more gender stereotyping than in cake decorating. Please. Friends.

Interests, colors; these things have no gender.

As someone who grew up fem and whose favorite color has ALWAYS been blue/turquoise.

No.

*smack smack smack*

I smack you with newspaper.

“It’s for a boy/girl” is Not an aPpRopriaTE response to my questions abt the specifics on your cake