i know i’m still a dyke at some level bc a pretty girl called me beautiful and then asked me if it would be alright for her to cook for me and i’m instantly a puddle of goo on the floor

genderfluid but my scale is guy-adjacent to genderless-being and they Do seem to be Seasonal

turns out the world is not a wasteland, i just needed to spend some time at the trans sauna night and start journaling

calling out sick today because how could i break his heart

Everyday at work that i run into a problem and it is met with a calm, reasonable, and level response i am in absolute awe

i wasn’t made for thoughts i was made to make good coffee and look pretty

Rip to all my skirts i donated when i went too hard into masculinity

God had to nerf me somehow so he made me too stubborn to know when to stop

Rlly debating going anon w/ my bluesky so i can just spew thoughts instead of overthinking all my posts ngl. Plus i miss my old twitter username