Also It’s Always Like “hey Im Jessica, This Is My Baby, His Name Is Chainsaw Slasher, He Is Made

"hey how are you?" my insides are being scraped out with pottery tools and i am about to throw up on your shoes.

i am going to get the cops called on me one day with the amount i climb in and out of my own window instead of using the front door

rewatched the matrix again. i think i need to go on testosterone.

i should make milk jelly to satisfy my glue drinking desires

dragon melting glass in its mouth and blowing bubbles with it

sometimes i'll read smut but every time i do it is for purely anthropological reasons and im stroking my chin in fascination the whole time and occasionally saying "hmm yes..yes.." and scribbling done some notes

body horror? i hardly know 'er!

[my limbs begin to shake and i hold them up in front of me just in time to see fingers tear through my skin from the inside, hands emerging from my wrists and elbows. i try to drop down to my knees only for more arms to burst from my legs, catching me on my way down, not even allowing me the right to curl into a ball in my agony. i try to close my eyes so i don't have to see but new eyes open up like wounds in my face and neck. i fall forwards, reaching out to grab your sleeve as against my will my body finds new ways to change me beyond recognition, cracking and tearing as it does so. you can see it is too late for me, you push me away and run.]

hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate (throws up and dies)

Oh... [twirls hair] ...I wish there was an autistic person willing to explain the life cycle of salmon to me ...[bats eyelashes]