In those three gestures, the tomato was the only one that was *for* me, without me having to ask for anything.

Yeah, the bar is in hell, that's how low it is, but this tomato, this shitty, unripe, supermarket tomato, that's what cemented my attraction to this man.

Too bad I'm a giant coward.

The last guy I kissed, he bought me a tomato. Because weeks earlier, we talked about food and how I liked tomatoes in a certain type of sandwich, unlike him. He had planned to make those sandwiches for dinner, so he bought a single tomato. For me. And he probably didn't even see it as romantic.

The first one did that because it's a gesture, it's Romantic™ and it makes him look good.
The second one just couldn't think of something else to get me for my birthday. And I'm the one who brought up the link between Batman and us, he had forgotten.

🫂🫂🫂

Yeah, I can imagine all too well how your poor sinuses feel 😭

oh noes D: Inm petting your forehead gently in spirit, I hope the headache goes away soon :(

But you did it! And that's awesome!

(Also, you might be tired but you look gorgeous and damn, your skin looks so good, daily routine is working /o/)

I have zero wisdom to share, but I'm sending you thoughts of hugs.

(And I have even less wisdom to share about self-isolating because ooh boy am I fucking up with that :') )

And there's so many cool stuff too! Like, iridescent, chrome and holo powders, aaaaah

Listen, it was either "getting weepy and introspective on alt" or finding someone to show my tits to to feel something good even if it's fake, so, sorry for this but it's better than the alternative:')

I'm just. Tired. Gonna die alone because not even my family can see and love the real me and my only hope is that I'll get reincarnated as a beloved cat or something. Or someone with good parents and/or a functional enough brain.

and pieces from those around us! But I can't find the base of me, beyond anger. Pretty much all I'm sure of about myself is anger and spite. It's hard to know the parts of me that feel joy.