i think for midwest emo to really hit like it’s meant to, it really does have to come from the american midwest. that kinda existentialism only really breathes in the cornfields and the plains and dead-end suburbia.
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there should be an easy way to have a dialogue info prompt that appears when i talk about “my mom” that explains this title is not in reference to a biological parent but instead a complicated kink dynamic where someone is intentionally reparenting my inner child.
the thing is: i would die for my friends i love them so much it hurts sometimes
i woke up with really regular and normal feelings around the concept of “queer platonic partner” (chewing on it like a cat with a catnip twig)
i’ve never heard so many fireworks in my life and i never wanna hear one again
not stable enough to do artfight but had fun making a little ref sheet anyway!
someone called our house the “gay barbie dream house” and honestly kinda yeah. (i knew polyamory was the path id enjoy most with my life all along and i was right! let it be known.)
ꜱ ᴛ я ᴀ ʏ@nrrvs.bsky.social · last mo.magic friday: mom is on a date with their wife, their wife’s spouse is on a date with their partner, and im bringing my beloved friend over for movie and cuddle? amaze amaze
magic friday: mom is on a date with their wife, their wife’s spouse is on a date with their partner, and im bringing my beloved friend over for movie and cuddle? amaze amaze
i know this summer is gonna be so fucked up weather-wise. i just wish the cool rainy weather would hold on longer. i don’t want the fires and heat and smoke and impossible-to-be-outside shit. i just wanna sit and listen to the rain
it’s possible that’s it’s their own denial talking but the systems that i know, often, will distance themselves from DID (“i don’t have DID but….”) in conversations about plurality. and, as a system with a diagnosis and in therapy for it specifically, it makes me feel…kinda alien.
i remember, as a kid, when we played ‘house’, i wanted to be a) the family pet (???? making up roles no one asked for) or b) moody teenager (a thing i only vaguely had a concept of via tv tropes). and then i aged up and somehow managed to become exactly those things. incredible.
me: got like $20, should prolly make that last as long as possible also me: it’s nat’l donut day, i should buy $16 worth of donuts to show appreciation to a local business AND the team of workers installing a/c in the house im living in!! my budget/wallet: ☠️☠️☠️
i need. to. build. e v e r y t h i n g [too many ideas for furniture and diy projects and built-ins in the house aaaaaa]
processing the apparent truth that nearly every friend i have expects that we’ll go for a walk if we’re hanging out. like. that’s a universal truth that people expect. i didn’t know!! it’s true but i never realized until Just Now!!
so two little kids, a carpenter, a crust punk, a skater, a hippie, a housewife/homemaker, and a sheltered academic walks into a bar. “fuck me” it says, holding its forehead in pain.
distortion reverberates over the speaker. marquam hill and ross island bridge dissolve into rural midwestern fields; a sun-bleached asphalt expanse cuts across it like a knife. i yank the aux cable from the stereo and dive head first back into the here and now and take the exit for the hospital.