I Hate When People Ask Me About My Preference But I Don’t Understand Their Preference Level. Like Yes

i love my mutuals let's hold hands an d skip around, ok?

washing your face is actually multi tasking because you are also washing your hands and forearms and shirt and countertop and feet and floor and hair

Blood test results are back. 0’s across the board, dry as a bone under the hood, they’re not sure what they’ve got in those vials but it recoils from light and lunges towards living tissue, which is all normal for girls these days.

from “baths”, 1987.

i fucking hate my brain it wants to do so many things and it cant even focus on one of them. like its like "start an rpgmaker game!" "no, you should learn godot!" "what about your 3d models on blender??" "but you have that comic to work on!!" "you should also just draw more things in general" and im like SHUT UUUUPPP it feels like this

I just want to cuddle my friends goddamnit

crazy that there are lights that dance in the sky and mountains that spew hot molten rocks and reefs of coral and fish that span for miles and canyons deep enough to hold skyscrapers and people expect you to be happy just working your life away in the suburbs.

Realistic crafting/survival sim where you have to do everything like that stone age technology guy. None of this "collect 20 clay and make a brick wall in ten minutes" bullshit. I'd value my half-decent stick and palm shelter if it took me a full in-game week to make it.

Direct byproduct of being neurodivergent and growing up isolated from your peergroup is having no idea when it's appropriate to define someone as your friend

kittens conversation:

hey we are all really small do you want to sleep in a pile

other kittens: yeah