I keep seeing people post their regretevator ocs
,,should I post mine?
Bonus: Chair
Edit: I'll post about them eventually as in- next time I remember because I don't have access to my computer right now.
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my sister is dating the worst most manipulative, gaslighting man in the world. literally could write pages about how awful he is. i'm pretty positive he's lying about having this illness that his mom had and he uses it against my sister so she feels guilty leaving him. i want him dead like actually i hope he dies
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I hate not knowing if I’m autistic or not. Everyone tells me that I am but I’m not diagnosed. Growing up only one person thought I was. I was observed by the school and they told my mom I’m fine and no one ever shamed me for any quirks. But since college it seems everyone I come across think I’m autistic. I’m nervous about getting a diagnosis since I heard it can affect insurance and treatment and job opportunity and I don’t want to risk any of that. But I hate not knowing and I’m don’t wanna self diagnose cause I know there’s a stigma and what if I’m wrong??
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ahhhhh!!! I have an interview in less than 20 minutes and I'm freaking out lol
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okay i think i’m gonna make a new writing blog to focus on darker topics .. 😓😓😓
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changed my pronouns a bit… using it/its for a bit to experiment … everyone be super nice to me about it
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I'm going on a trip with my family tomorrow so I will not have a scale for 5 days and I may or may not be expected to eat more 🤣🤣🤣🤣 soooooo excited 😂😂😂😝
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It's gonna be a good trip
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i finally get to see my chest tomorrow and suddenly i cant stop looking at botched top surgery results like BRO! HELP!! nine one one take away all my technology please!!!!!!
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sometimes i have thoughts like "what would my favorite guys do in that situation???" impulse would be salty... huh... salty... i think i will listen to my inner skizz and go eat food
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Random question:
Let's say I hypothetically went a month without talking to someone. Should I just send a message without explaining, or should I explain.
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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