I Love When Someone Asks If I Do Something That Happens To Send Me Into Trauma Flashbacks. And I Mean

I love when someone asks if I do something that happens to send me into trauma flashbacks. And I mean things that they’d genuinely have NO IDEA would do that. But do I let this upset me? No, no. We end up being like:

“Do you listen to Mother Mother?”

“Not since the incident”

And then they nervously giggle while I explain the incident in full detail <3

This was a real conversation between a friend of mine and I

No, babe, it was just the way you said you were gonna forget we talked over summer break, then called me a monster, and fucked my best friend

To whoever is singing in the storage room, you sound beautiful and I too live for the applause, applause, applause

I met a goat yesterday. She looks like Baphomet. She is a mother. She is shedding weirdly. She is an introvert. She likes waffle cones. Her name is Vampy. I would kill for her.

Everyone, you need to stare at the nearest trans person RIGHT NOW. And give them a safety vest and other reflective shit for good measure