Please call me Kuesli (phonetic: 'ky:sli), I'm 27, queer, non-binary and autistic. My pronouns are they/them.
You can find my personal tags here. I have different tags for different topics I post about, but all my original posts have #kuesli posts.
Asks are open, DMs are open for mutuals. I enjoy random messages and I'm very happy to talk about many topics! You can send messages in English, German and Dutch. French too, but my answers might be clunky lol
More about me is under the cut. If you hate on people for simply existing as themselves, this blog is not for you.
I study computer science and also enjoy math a ton. I am in my Master studies and I do research part-time, and I really really love research, especially writing scientific papers.
In my free time, I like to read (sci-fi is my favorite genre), listen to music, and nerd out about fashion via playing a fashion game, building outfits, or just talking about it. Sometimes I write essays or fanfiction or just random small bits. My favorite sport is Zumba and I sometimes like to make my own choreographies for it.
I also have been learning Dutch since 2020 and I love it so much! Other languages that I speak are German (native), English, and French (which is admittedly a bit rusty, but I'll get back into it with practice, and I can still converse quite a bit). I have started learning Slovenian, but so far it's going very slow and I'm nowhere near able to converse with people.
My interests are very varied, though you're likely to find posts about the Slovenian band Joker Out, concerts I go to, shitposts, fashion, nerdy ramblings, and posts about just anything and everything.
rocky can and does just sit on the bed next to grace too. however this has received complaints such as 'Rocky stop moving around, I'm trying to sleep.'
public retaliation against my friend @//seasilvers who made the abomination below you're probably getting tired of me putting the same caption everywhere sorry (all my brain power has rotted away)
part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/thunderglade/818264349639655424/coughs-loudly
My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying
