And then my silly goose ass goes into a word blur about whether the “yes” would be dipped in DASHED or STAINED espresso, and how they’re absolutely not the same.
(If anyone heard a snapping sound out the window, it was the universe face-slapping me, dw)
February 4, 2026 at 5:24 AM
And then my silly goose ass goes into a word blur about whether the “yes” would be dipped in DASHED or STAINED espresso, and how they’re absolutely not the same.
(If anyone heard a snapping sound out the window, it was the universe face-slapping me, dw)
Fuck, this is so NOT a flex… it’s the bare fucking minimum! But the fact that it would seem like a flex to (ahem…) some… IS what freaks me out. I don’t wear diagnoses like pins on a jacket just cause they showcase how I see (or wanna) see myself. I wear them on my skin; they ARE me fully, proudly 🌈
February 3, 2026 at 7:50 PM
Fuck, this is so NOT a flex… it’s the bare fucking minimum! But the fact that it would seem like a flex to (ahem…) some… IS what freaks me out. I don’t wear diagnoses like pins on a jacket just cause they showcase how I see (or wanna) see myself. I wear them on my skin; they ARE me fully, proudly 🌈