Does not play well with others

@myprivatediary.bsky.social

Why are you in my walls?

egg-spilling pustulent wounds, festering, itchy with oozing vermin-regurgitated slime steeping dead tissue, porous-gnawed, filled with fluttering, glassy, insectoid fringed wings buzzing within stung-irritated underskin, defiled and poison-sotted, the pungent stench of anaerobic corpse fermentation—

Have you considered the fact that existing is a perpetual state of motion such that change is not only inevitable, but ought to be celebrated? That metamorphosis and shifting is one of the only true constants?

Here’s the thing like I have straight friends I know I can get along with straight people but sometimes I meet some straight people and I’m like oh we have absolutely nothing in common there is an ocean between us and it’s literally because you’re straight and I’m gay