I also want to change my entire fucking life. Today. Immediately.

Can someone just tell me to hydrate at least three tomes today. I’m feeling incredibly needy and also stuck in executive dysfunction.

I’m so filled with rage for the trans community, I absolutely don’t know where to put it in order to be productive. I’m going to find the best ways to be useful but if anyone has any resources or knows of any steps we can take at this point, please do share.

Love me a hummingbird and this was the first thing on my feed.

I just watched the Bad Influence documentary on Netflix and now I’m never going to stop worrying about that poor girl. Let me know if you watch it so we can worry together.

Saw Titanique. Being in a room full of queer people who all got to cheer together when fake Celine Dion said R*wling has turned into a terrible person soothed my little queer soul last night. I just did a little understated clap, obviously. Didn’t want to get carried away.

Silly Billy Awards. I win the Silly Billy award.

There’s been another terrible oversight, being that I’m not nominated for an Olivier award tonight…

I miss you so very, very much. Some days my tummy hurts from the grief. It’s like that nauseating pain you get when you’re anxious. Today is one of those days. I love you, Mummy. ❤️ Happy Mother’s Day.

Just watched Adolescence. Had a little cry. (I can only squeeze little cries out now- even when my heart is hurting in ways I can’t explain) but it’s worthy of a big cry and all of the praise and all of the hype. Completely brilliant.

Did this yesterday with my favourite person. Thank godddd for theatre. (And for Cate Blanchett).

It’s got to happen, happen sometime. Maybe this time. Maybe *this* time I’ll win.

A physio, who I hadn’t seen since before Chloe’s Ark TXd (but who I made write down the TX date in his diary) asked me if I was happy with it and I was so *thrilled* to be able to talk about it again. I don’t think he listened to it but that’s by the by.

Can’t believe I saw her with my own eyes last night.

If anyone is wondering how I deal with trauma on grief upon trauma on grief, upon trauma (etc), it’s by spending money on food. And v*brators. I don’t utilise everything at the same time. I’m not an animal.

Tell me why I’ve just woken up to see Mummy Pig announcing her pregnancy, live on Good Morning Britain??? What is happening?

This one’s for Ali Choudhry. Peace in peace.

I painted the sea.

I’m so sad

My brother in law died yesterday. I’m so devastated and so steeped in grief. I don’t know why I’m telling strangers on the Internet. I suppose I tell you everything else.

Phenomenal.

It’s a bad night for ITV’s fictional soap lesbians, isn’t it?

I can feel your heartbeat through my shirt. And this was all I wanted, all I want. It’s all I want.

Gary Lightbody feels feelings the way that I feel feelings and then he makes them into the most gorgeous piece of art. I genuinely can’t articulate what happens in my brain when I hear those songs. It’s like my feelings have somewhere to sit until the song is over.

I honestly feel emotionally unprepared to see Snow Patrol tonight. Every single fantasy I have is set to their discography. You Could Be Happy played at my college as part of a dance show and I’d just got broken up with… you can imagine. Gunna try not to lose the plot.

Borrowed someone’s wife for the evening. No idea who she is… ✨Shine. I’ll stand* by you. *sit

A Cyndi Lauper gig on Valentine’s? Of course. Nobody could possibly love me better than me tonight. You can still call me mommy though.

I’m so overstimulatedddd. My brain is so so loud. What can I do?? I feel like I should go for a run. But that’s an issue.

That woman getting kicked out of a sold out arena by Peter Kay for shouting “we love you Peter” is a physical manifestation of my fear of rejection.

Going to see Cyndi Lauper on Valentine’s Day, with the first person I ever fell in love with. (And subsequently the only person I’ve ever let break my heart.) 👍🏼

I’ve got more social commitments in the next week than I had in the whole of January. So naturally, this being the lead into it, I just have to sit and be completely paralysed by the thought of it.

I’m still thinking about the fact that my new eyebrow technician and I bonded over my undiagnosed adhd yesterday. I have (truly) never felt so understood so quickly. Ever.

I fell in love with my new eyebrow technician today. In quite a disastrous way I think. How’s your day?

You know the kind of sleep where you’re only on the surface of it so you’re actually aware and thinking the whole time? How many consecutive nights can your body survive like that? Asking for a friend (a friend who is always more tired when she wakes up).

Zizis have got 30% off when you order on Deliveroo and I’ve just ordered enough food for six people. (I am one person.)

Yes Da- I mean??? I’ll go in the corner and face the wall. 🥛 #NicoleKidman

I have some friends who are just so genuinely *good* and I look at them and I feel so incredibly lucky that they want to be part of my life and and want to be there for me. I don’t mean it in a self deprecating way, I do genuinely get baffled and overwhelmed by it. Good morning

I’ve never watched Real Housewives of SLC but you can bet I’ll be unironically using the phrase “Hi Baby Gorgeous” now that I’ve discovered it, five years after the fact.

Hang it in the Louvre.

Sure, being made to feel beautiful is cool but has someone ever made you feel capable?

Someone just said it’s been 30 years (yesterday) since Trevor’s Jordache’s body was dug up from beneath the patio. Do you feel old yet? (Remember when Beth Jordache said “I fancy you like I fancied Peter Harrison. I want to kiss you like I kissed him”?)

As a reward for making it through January, the universe gave us Harry Styles on February 1st. 🎂

Goodnight to everyone who’s been lovely to me the past day or so 😘.

It’s only when I cut together my TikToks that I realise how much I use the word “like” I must stop that. Also must stop talking to the internet.

“You think that I’m strong? You’re wrong. You’re wrong.”