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Hello gadies and lentlemen, you can call me Harlow or Moose. Im 19 going on 20, born and raised east coast usa, queer, disabled, and afflicted with many mental eels. Preferred pronouns are (He/They) or (They/Them)
This is my second blog for posting funky art I find, fandom (shit)posting, perhaps a not so running commentary on my life.
This basically just a date everything blog atm
my other blog is @rooftop-amnesia and will forever remain a complete mess.
I post art sometimes and always credit when I can. Please send me an ask with a link to your original post if I've posted your art and you'd like it removed. I don't anticipate a steady posting schedule of any kind, and I wont pretend to try.
Im not going to list all my eels and ailments but the most relevant to whatever i might post here are as follows: autism, adhd, ocd, both generalized and social anxiety, hypermobile eds, pots, PCOS, personality disorder. DID, scoliosis, epilepsy, synesthesia.
Other information:
β Im an ambulatory cane user due to my joint instability and chronic pain.
β I medicate with legal medical marijuana, im very open about this. I have zero tolerance for any hate regarding my preference in treatment, i have no issue blocking people but id rather you just block me first.
on an unrelated note, no soliciting or advertizing. im not buying what youre selling.
I wanna say that this dialog(or pretty much all their dialog) reminds me of that one song from the band They might be giants aka Stuff is way:
"Did you just what?
Is what you yes?
Did you whatever, whatever you
I guess?
The stalking horse
Was hides the guy
And which the pony is a phony was a lie"