zecori— they/it — adult——————i don’t know what this blog is anymore——————wassup, i’m zecori, i talk in italics, and i have an umbrella. that’s it. nothing else to note, really. uh. have a complimentary s’more.—Professional Keyboard Smasher——me, hopping between special interests and hyperfixations: parkour! —
somehow the poor cops who we were told are simply too understaffed and underpaid because of Woke to deal with 'rampant rising crime' have found the strength to beat the shit out of college students across the whole country for peacefully saying "divest from the country killing innocent palestinians in the tens of thousands"
thinking about how sylvie straight up used molly’s trauma against her without even realizing. like yeah it’s supposed to be the person’s greatest fear but i’m just imagining the conversation they had after that.
“yeah the reason i dont like fire is because my mom died in one”
When I was younger and researching the autism diagnosis criteria and symptoms, I thought “oh I couldn’t POSSIBLY be autistic.” Because when I read “takes everything literally” I thought it literally meant EVERYTHING and I was like “I don’t take EVERYTHING literally, just most things!” And I just realized the other day that it didn’t actually mean EVERYTHING and that was an overstatement.
people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333
Note: I am by no means a professional in health or otherwise. This is personal experience. I made this as a metaphor to help my parents understand me better.
it was the beginning of lesbian visibility week and then i blunkt and then it was near the end of lesbian visibility week so i had to draw something REAL quickly
So I was writing a small paper in Microsoft Word and the program suddenly crashed (I saved a couple minutes before, thank god) and I get this message in the corner of my screen two seconds afterward
Reading queer theory is crazy it's like. Here's a bunch of stuff you've been vaguely annoyed by but unable to put into words & why people act like that. And you're like wow that was really insightful & then you go back to watching the way people behave & your vague annoyance has been replaced with crystal clear well-articulated annoyance. I'm gonna start throwing books at people