today i was wearing my imperial socks and my teacher walked up to me and said angrily 'We're gonna have a problem' and pulled up his pant leg to show me his resistance socks, so i yanked my pant leg up higher to properly show off my socks and responded 'yeah! we are!'
i think my life is slowly becoming a game of 'how many queer stereotypes can i fulfill'
dragonflies are bug helicopters.
rewatching dean's season 13 widower arc and it's crazy bc he's acting like his dad did after he lost mary. sam even points this out. like. i am connecting the dots, supernatural, you've laid them out and i'm connecting them.
I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.
my sister: *recalls something from our childhood*
me, a known ADHD: memories aren't real. nu-uh. show me a memory. that's not a memory! what's a memory? who let you in here?
so turns out bears hate everyone. ha ha.
anyways, there are three of us now.
update on the clone thing: squirrels hate my double but like, they still love me? so we're gonna test this out on other animals we like to see if they can tell that my clone is an unnatural reproduction of me! i anticipate fun times :)
sometimes my friends will go "yeah [insert character here] is hot" and i have to silently stare at the wall for a bit to realign attraction into my view of how people see a character. sometimes i will repeat "[character] is hot????" over and over again like a broken record to cope. truly terrible.
as an aroace i will forget that being attracted to people is normal until someone else mentions it and it shocks me into silence
For christs sake somebody tell this man his fit is fire
messenger: all of your kids and cattle are dead
job: this is so sad, alexa play "hallelujah"
again? so soon? i beg of you.
can i not rest.