Why The Hell Can't People Just Say "looking Good" "your Pretty" Or Plain Old "I Like What Your Doing

Why the hell can't people just say "looking good" "your pretty" or plain old "I like what your doing with etc" without it feeling like an ulterior motive

I'm sorry, I just want to appreciate your aesthetic

I think this is the first time I’ve seen one of your outfits and it’s so killer

OUGH thank you so much!! i didnt really have a sense of fashion until a couple years ago, im glad you think i can Dress :>

hey whats that

That's great, where'd you find it?

@mrmorphea

This...hmmm

“Your ‘found family’ was ‘found dead’ outside my junkyard last night, face down and ass up— the lot of them, with a red foam coming out of their mouths and anuses. It seems they were rifling through my dumpsters for some ‘Venezuelan Cigars’ as the kids call them nowadays, but since we don’t generally get organic waste like tampons, they had to make due with a couple of thermal fuses they found inside an old refrigerator. What they did next really defies logic, but the police lady told me it involved some sort of ass to mouth douching ritual. You can go ID the bodies at the morgue since literally none of these freaks had a next of kin, but I see you hanging out with them at the laundromat every fucking Thursday when I go in to do my loads. I get it kid. I see the pins on your little denim jacket. I know what it’s like, to not have a family of your own. So you have to make one. Out of the roaches and rats and dogs which crowd around you to lick at your sores. My mother died during her own birth. Then she missed mine, and my poor father passed away from the stress of bearing a child alone. He just didn’t have birthing hips like those women in musical.ly. All my siblings died during 9/11 despite none of them being within 250 miles of New York. Left little old me all alone, so I took my pansexual ass straight to Newark to follow my dreams of opening up the state’s first demiboy run junk yard. Every mook and mechanic you see lunking around here is 100% certified grade A demiboy. We screen them upon application and run them through rigorous Meyers brig testing to make sure they’re compatible with the kinds of toxins you can only find around broken down appliances and people who exist outside the gender spectrum. They’re my found family. And I would do anything to protect them.”

*turns around to unload an entire magazine into a stray dog that only just started to round the corner*

Stir fry is the best

BIRD!!! GORGEOUS BIRD!!!

Such a lovely poultry

Everybody say hi to my lovely Clover!!!

(she wanted a flower that I was holding)