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learning that apparently several hundred people have been pronouncing 'miette' as 'mighty' has actively worsened my day

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Another day of being a sweetiepie. Just clocked in

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people born in 24 Are 2000 now

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u know seeing regulars on my notifs makes me happy it's like i run a cafe and there's regular customers who stop by 😭

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MONKEY MAN (2024)

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sometimes i wish i had facial hair

like sexy stubble or something that would be so cool

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Ah yes, the autistic experience of being more mature than your peers as a child/teen, and then less mature as an adult. The window of opportunity to relate is... not there

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"a joy to have in class" aka This Child Will Not Be Diagnosed for at least Eight Years

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maybe he hurts every woman that comes into his life because he should be stoned to death and killed and stabbed and beaten and shot and drowned and

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this too shall pass

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Writing original fiction is like “*knocks on your door* hi hello can I interest you in this blorbo from my show, the one inside my head, if you look to your left you’ll see the towering cliffs of my their neuroses, and to your right is the scenic burning trash pile that I have lovingly placed them into…”

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New discourse: it's actually predatory to date someone with a different star sign than you, because the differences in your personalities means you'll never be able to have exactly the same life experiences, thus leaving a knowledge and power gap between the two of you which will inevitably lead to an abusive relationship!

also if you're a Sag and you're dating a Taurus, that means you're secretly seeking a May-December relationship, which is age gap coded!

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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Adult life is full of so many filters you need to change out. You’re probably forgetting to change out a filter right now.

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nothing makes u feel stupid quite like being a writer. out here googling “rooms in a house” to make sure i didn’t forget one of em. blockhead behavior.

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