look okay some people are mad at math. just. i’m okay, i’m fact im quite good at concepts like trigonometry and sbit, but my dumbfuck brain takes so long to calculate basic math. and i hate it and it makes me feel so dumb and inferior even though i practice and try and do better. sometimes you can’t help it and then you feel like you’re some idiot who doesn’t deserve to breathe air and that everyone is better than you.
my head hurts. i feel fucking sick. all the ed brainrot is setting in from reading posts from ppl who thinking eating 1k calories is a lot. it’s not. it’s really fucking not. i’m not even fat😭 i have gained weight tho….i’m 123lbs and doctors weren’t even concerned when i was 117. i was so so close to my gw of 100 but people kept telling me to stop but i was so close. now it’ll take forever to get back there again.
I LITERALLY HATE SUMMER SO MUCH. I woke up and got sad to see I wasn't on a call with my ex bsf. We always fell asleep on call together it was the only way I even could fall asleep I miss him so fucking much oh my god.
the only downside of my personal art and self portraits being semi well received (thank u by the way) is that on occasion some wah wah transphobe blog will get ahold of it and sing my praises of Wombmanhood and Femininity. which is so fucking funny, because terfs harassed me relentlessly about the fact that I pursued a breast reduction (butchering my body, reducing my femininity, being brainwashed, and so on) only to sing praises to my current body as The Natural Female Form. very, very funny.
I normally do portraits of my body, for the extremely, *extremely* obvious reasons, which include but are not limited to: I have infinite reference images of my own body. but I think I would like to expand, in the future
let me just say this: if crowley EVER makes an actual move on aziraphale and aziraphale gives even a HINT of reciprocation it's over for him in SECONDS bc u know aziraphale half asses nothing so it'll be like crowley tries to brush their fingers together and aziraphale fully beams at him and interlocks their fingers in seconds. crowley stares speechlessly at their hands for 5 minutes, looks up at aziraphale and faints. crowley gets aziraphale flowers and aziraphale puts them in the very center of his shop where everyone can see and keeps them alive for months. crowley fights a giggle every time he sees them. crowley offers his jacket on a cold night and aziraphale wears the jacket everywhere for weeks and gushes about it to everyone he meets. crowley chokes on his breath every meeting aziraphale is in it without fail. crowley slyly asks aziraphale on an actual romantic date and aziraphale SLAMS down their wedding invitations infort him of like "im so glad u asked, dear, i've been waiting for this" then launches into a rant about flower arrangements and table cloth colors and crowley is left blinking at him and trying not to explode. poor snake.