Weird that we have to say this, but the government doesn’t get to decide what gender a person is.

All I want is a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, a raging snowstorm, and Agatha Christie novel, a crackling fire, a kettle on the stove, and a basket of emotional support pastries.

(Finally) escaping twitter reminds me of this mystic I once read who said that the gates of hell are always open for those who are ready to leave.