My twin sister is coming to visit next week and I want to put her in Drag to see if she’ll look like me and then we can reconnect over our departed mother and hail Mothra??

Coworkers complaining about their sick babies and their inability to find sugar free jam at the supermarket, then asking me how my weekend went: “it was quiet”

The Simpsons put it best: “just don’t look” — stop giving these assholes the platforms they need to spread their rhetoric. Stand up for the World without constantly showcasing its suffering… and let me enjoy my fucking internet cats!

I do… so… what now?

I still don’t know what the fuck I’m saying but girl I’m living…

Ceiling said:

Sunshine after the rain… 🌦️