Overly detailed illustrations of pregnant people freak me the fuck out. I learned that today. I feel like I’m getting to know myself better each passing day.
this actually happened
I was the only one in the theater who laughed when this happened. How can you NOT see the DILDS
My entire music library feels stale.
For those of us labeled under the umbrella of “different” it’s such a surreal experience to defend the fact we existence. The expectation that you must explain, legitimize, your difference to those who don’t even care to understand it. “I can’t change even if I tried, even if I wanted to.” We have no reason or need to.
While looking into PhD program research areas I keep repeating to myself “I don’t care about children, I don’t care about the fucking children, I don’t want to research screaming balls of disgustingness.”