Em Rose (she/they)

@almostbriarrose.bsky.social

magical girl ✨ queer ✨ enjoyer of things ✨ little guy enthusiast www.erlongwriting.com

I'm serious as Death when I say the only possible situation where I get married for love of a man is if Samwise Gamgee himself spawned into existence in front of me. I would propose to HIM. The only man I would marry for any reason other than taxes.

Listening to friends talk about their super healthy relationship dynamics makes me cringe so hard at my past self 🙃🙃 like, it was all fine at the beginning, and I'm not blameless in any of this, but I see so much unhealthy shit so much more clearly now

I remembered why I try and leave my desk at a reasonable hour. My brain associates "desk" with "work" on workdays, and so now I'm still Awake because my brain is insisting I didn't get any chill/vibe time today 🙃 welcome to the next 2.5 weeks of my life, I'm going to be So Tired

Okay, sure, he's a sea slug now, but WHY is he a sea slug now? How and when did he become a sea slug? Why a sea slug? How did they find him out of the (presumably) large number of neon sea slugs in the world? Sure, we have 66 001 proposals, but no answers on why this man is a slug

No. Your childhood nostalgia does not matter more than the lives of real people. And frankly I'm fucking tired of having to pretend that isnt a fucking insane thing to say in response to "please don't support the hate monger lady's soggy, reheated nachos"

Apparently 1 am is the perfect time to read through all the candidate info again for the IL election on Tuesday 🙃🙃 why my brain decided Now was the correct time to do so instead of, idk, during the day, I will never know