Me While Writing: Oh Hell Yes This Is Such A Good Sentence I'm The Master Of Poetic Imagery

the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that

Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?

The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.

Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.

Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.

I don’t like being referred to as a boy

“What was archaeology to him? It was the opposite of killing things. It was trying to will life back into stuff that had been forgotten and buried for thousands or millions of years. It was not about shards and pieces of bone or treasure; it was about kneeling down in the elements, paying very close attention, and trying to locate a spark of the human life that had once touched that spot there.”

— Marilyn Johnson, Lives in Ruins: Archaeologists and the Seductive Lure of Human Rubble

murderbot is really like "thru the power of all of the tv i have watched and my robotic components which include a lot of weapons, I can handle any situation"

Legends and Lattes ☕

I really enjoyed rereading this series recently with my gf. It's so cute and wholesome, and really good coffee propaganda actually. Also! The audiobook is so fun! I love that the author got to do all the voices 🥰

@ ALL MY FOLLOWERS I am rebranding this blog, since it's my primary blog, into a reading and reviewing blog. Sharing art online has become way less important to me over the years and I no longer wish to share my own art online at all. I will be making a side blog to share art I find here on Tumblr. And I will share that link later. But this blog will be dedicated to me talking about books instead, as I try to move away from heavy use of Instagram.

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

I hate it when people ask me what genre of music i listen to because i genuinely have no clue. It's called Music I Like genre. The best genre out there

were I to create an original piece of media I would create bait so queer in order to create a fanfic environment I like. I find you guys do your best work under duress.