Definitely not a pinterest user

She/her, audhd, bi, 28 (you can't exactly scream into the void on pinterest)

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Sometimes I think about one of my old jobs and about how if I was Eva Stratt, that place would have been closed down for health code violations. But unfortunately I was just Grace and I was unable to rise to the occasion and had to gtfo instead.

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How to ruin your sleep schedule in one easy step:

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Remember: Bastards only exist due to the Patriarchy. No one ever wonders who the mother is. And the father only matters if you need access to his money/power via a baby.

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Not to spoil the ending of To Each Her Own, but I too would love to drive off into the sunset with my lesbian wife and my Senegalese lover on the back of his Vespa on the way to open a restaurant.

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Had an astrologer imply that I'm going to be going through it the next few years, but I also might be getting dicked down within an inch of my life.

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Now remember kids: all sad can be transmuted into horny with the proper leverage of horny media.

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Sometimes I think about souls choosing to be on Earth and my soul apparently just wanted to eat snacks and read yaoi and like go off queen.

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i want to abuse my government expense account to buy grace candy

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Carl, thinking: I would have bought cocaine and a pony if you asked, but go off king.

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“If you’re bi, have you ever loved a woman?”

I stare out silently into the middle distance, a single unshed tear gleams within my eye, I sigh a thousand unsaid words.

“That bitch.”

“Does that mean you’ve ever loved a man-“

“OH GOD THAT FUCKER! Why is he like that?? I don’t know who is stupider: him or me for liking him! Goddamnit!”

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Sometimes, as a little treat, I lose my mind.

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I can’t wait to wear my new muumuu tomorrow

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Today I’m thinking about that place I lived one time. A place where I had a full Eleanor Shellstrop realization.

(Sometimes places are just bad and even if everyone around you is content to be miserable its okay to know that’s not for you.)

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When you mention being gay to a boy and they kinda brush it off but its like no, my sweet little twink, for you. But I fear my attraction for you is as a spider to a fly, a lion stalking a gazelle, a tsunami to a boat; we may have been made for each other but I fear my desire with overpower you. But I dream of your willingness nonetheless.

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(To the tune of “We’ll meet again”)

Stop

Being a bitch

And I won’t call

You a bitch

But I know you’re gonna be

A bitch again

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Could a depressed person do THIS?

*Fucks around on Inkscape for 3 hours when I should go to bed*

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The thing with being differently abled and comparing yourself to other people is that we forget that you do not need to be the best. Sometimes just helping is all you need. Sometimes when you are moving you don’t need to be the person who moved the most boxes, but just by being there and helping you made it so that one person didn’t need to carry it all alone.

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Phryne Fisher’s Type: Are you a hot, attractive man who is NOT the murderer? Well, come on in the sheets are fresh and Mr Butler just made roasted duck.