Pro Tip:

My dudes. My pals. My homeslice bread slices.

Never have I experienced more gender stereotyping than in cake decorating. Please. Friends.

Interests, colors; these things have no gender.

As someone who grew up fem and whose favorite color has ALWAYS been blue/turquoise.

No.

*smack smack smack*

I smack you with newspaper.

“It’s for a boy/girl” is Not an aPpRopriaTE response to my questions abt the specifics on your cake

Strange thing a customer has said to me #476:

“You look kinda Asian, like my daughter. So if you like it, she’ll like it.”

To the person who went to the con as a planter. . . You got me. Did not know u were alive until you stood up and started talking to someone.

Sometimes growing up an undiagnosed Audhd bean means you didn’t get bullied but you didn’t make any lasting friendships either

I may not entirely believe in magic but sometimes it seems like it believes in me and is going *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK* with a rolled up newspaper when I’m not looking.

Sometimes hope feels like a hearth in your chest

It’s startling, an unexpected warmth

But when you turn to it,

Feel the glow on your face,

You may find it reflected in your heart

Current mood: ugh.

There is something particularly nice about laying on warm pavement in the cool evening after a sunny day. You can look up at the clouds with the warmth at your back and the breeze on your face

Browsing fanart is a roadtrip thru

I’m crying 😂🤣

I’m crying 😢😭

I’m crying 😰😖

I’m crying 🥹🥰