i have no object permanence about myself. if i’m not in anyones eye sight i assume i have ceased to be. finding out people remember i exist, think about me, and even talk about me when i’m not actively in front of them is startling news every time it is brought to my attention
why did she need to make this so beautiful I got goosebumps because of a song with lyrics about having to deal with weird customers
mistakes are so normal and human and inevitable and necessary and real. if i make one however please put me to death
*at the door to the selkie convention* good evening, ladies—allow me to take your coats
QUICK UPDATE: i am paying 182 alimony checks
everyones got that homie who, within the depths of the dungeon, found a cruel facsimile of that which he desired most, and was corrupted absolutely













