#personal text.

[cyberneticnightmares]

I see a gay little Victorian romance novel and I purchase it that is simply how I roll.

[buckisthatyou]

I don't understand why...

But I like girls and guys like romantically, I wanna be with them. Hold hands, cuddle, kiss etc etc

But also, I adore them enough for me to actually wanna be like them.... umm in the sense of "I wanna dress up like that" bcs their styles, aesthetics and personalities are so damn attractive .. what an icon that I look up to

My non binary bisexual ass is malfunctioning sometimes :')

[dethless]

hi cuties, just a small post to say that i hope we can continue to spread positivity in the talktag!! i've seen a lot of super nice / talented ppl in the tag so far, and i think we're all wishing each other the best + reagan is no exception!! but i also think that at this point we're all probably pretty busy with our apps & personal lives, so i hope nobody feels badly about any lack of engagement. with that said, good luck to everyone on their apps, i hope i get the chance to interact with u on the dash soon!!  (◕‿◕✿)

[cyberneticnightmares]

My dad picked up Spanish when he started dating my mom, his first language being English. My mom grew up in a Spanglish household, where their English was not great but their Spanish was secondhand and rife with regional slang. Both of these people agreed that neither needed to change anything about how they communicated because they could understand each other and those around them perfectly well.

Three years and a rather hurried wedding later, I popped out of the womb with a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo tightly grasped in my too-pale hands. Both my parents were confused. My dad, who cannot string a proper sentence together using only one language, claims that I must be adopted. My mother, who says that school is the Devil's instrument, is devastated by how many books I consume while growing up.

The result? Me, who is both English as a second language AND Spanish as a second language, no first language to be found, my manner of speech is either 1) chronic internet speak with a dash of AAVE or 2) Jane Austen's long lost brother, and what do I decide to do for a living?

Write.

I really looked at myself and went "You know what you should do? You? Whose grasp of rules for both English and Spanish are rudimentary at best? Write. Become an author. What can possibly go wrong?"

So yeah.

When I say "how the fuck do I words", believe me, I mean that in a very very literal way.

[cyberneticnightmares]

Today I learned that my state holds an annual queer masquerade ball every June and I feel like a squirrel on coke at the mere idea of dressing up, wearing an elaborate mask, and dancing the night away with a bunch of other gays like... how am I only just finding out about this????

[cyberneticnightmares]

Stacked my very heavy blankets last night and by the gods this was the first time in about ten years that I was able to sleep for more than five hours uninterrupted. My cat wasn't happy because I slept through her usual breakfast time, but I slept for a whole nine hours and now I feel like hot garbage because oversleeping but hey. I slept. That's all that matters.

Adding a weighted blanket to my wishlist.

[cyberneticnightmares]

Cleaning my room wouldn't have taken me six hours if I hadn't spent at least one trying on random clothes from my closet. But. Turns out I do have a coat (a little too modern couture but whatever, I'm wearing it anyway) that resembles a casual frock. Thus concludes my adventure of fit gathering for the renn faire later this month.

Pouring one out for all us motherfuckers facing heatstroke for the sake of the vibe.

[cyberneticnightmares]

I'm not saying we went on a trip into the mountains and brought a sword home but.

We totally went into the mountains and brought a sword home.