Dev, they/she, pansexual, possibly neurodivergent
TERFS/Fascists/Nazis/etc can unkindly fuck off and are not welcome on my blog
Currently obsessed with The Locked Tomb
today reddit bumped off third party apps, Elon decided you can only read 600 twitter posts a day(!?), and YouTube is banning adblockers
tumblr, held together by hope and spit, presumed dead by many, really is one of the last decent media sites left standing
Staff proceeded to fuck this up.
Just watched a woman slather a whole jar of diced garlic on three huge salmon steaks and put on in each microwave at work
It’s going to smell hellacious later
It was so awful I had to work in another building for the rest if the day
Word is she left the fish and went back to her desk to pack up and quit
The stench was so awful they had to open all the doors which required bringing security from two other sites
Most of my department went home for the day
Holy SHIT
Word is she left the
fish and went back to her desk
to pack up and quit
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
MY PEOPLE. MY DEAREST MUTUALS. I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR TODAY AND I NOTICED I HAVE GAINED FAT!!!!!
My tummy is now chubbier than it was before!!!!!!
I don't think i've ever had an ED (though I do think I was almost there 2 years ago) BUT IT STILL MADE ME SO HAPPY!!!! I GAINED CHUB!!! The only downside I see to this is that if I gain a lot of more fat, my chest will grow and so will my dysphoria, but for now I'M SO HAPPY WITH MY STOMACH
Growing up, every sentence was in second or third person. Always about whoever was my 'you', anyone who made my days feel like I was reading another story, looking at the ink and hoping it would help me learn how to feel
That's why my greatest aspiration was to find someone, a best friend, a lover, or anyone who would want me, so I could live a life where every sentence I thought or said would start with "We"
I wanted a "We" so I wouldn't feel alone with my words, so I could at least touch the ink and feel what it would like to be one of the "you" people in the paper
And, lost in the friends that came and went away, I forgot that I was meant to live as an "i". So i'm still slowly learning how to live in first person. Forgive me for wanting you to be my new 'you' from time to time, I promise that by the time I gather the right words to tell you, I will be sure enough to start my sentence by the "I love you" i've been wanting to say
worst part of going to walmart is the little goblin that follows you around and takes shit out of your cart. and you dont even know hes there until you hear him cackling and hes already got your shit and its too late.
These are suggested for serving to recovering alcoholics, but I think they’re just fun and cool anyway? I like a fancy beverage, it doesn’t have to have booze. That cucumber Collins sounds refreshing AF
