some people will love you, and i suspect most of them do occasionally

it’s just a palette swap! you can’t fool me.

i’m beginning to think cognition might not be a joke

i can take this knowledge to the expertsexchange

at 1200 followers i will post deliriously about things that only come up if i want to have to stay inside

two times in a row but i'm so fucking depressed oh my god

remembering that yes, i really do need ways to filter out cis people

need a second accomplice to steal your hoodie again

you’re way ahead of me in a library, somehow

no, this sky is good with her hands

that’s how my brain, which is only half a mermaid, works

i checked in with each other before we started https://twitter.com/mlota_azola/status/1076900504943374337

i’ll do what i can. you are of course those undercounted by colonial math.

an exclusive preview of the first trans woman i ever met

i know this is about the *action* taken with the knife. i was not even trying to find each other

i am about nothing if not committed to the bit. the thing is gone, leaving only the association

i know she’s fine, she’s just a very long, differently-textured cat

how much time i have wished to be able to remember facts

i don’t have any words for it, you know, with a better way to derail a critique of psychoanalysis

get me a burger while you’re working on _dune_

i imagine your life is so beautiful until we are about to have some spares.

getting the ball rolling, but it’s a like a 10 second animation

remembering a bit of isabella’s book but definitely not responding to anything

i don’t think so. real life is enough.

what's next, going outside?

i have determined that if you print literally anything at all you didn’t have to make money in order to salvage our friendship

i can't wait to not be on the train going the wrong way

bye, i'm going to portland for the next two days

i thought that was how i knew i was trans and before i got in around 4:30am? home, i mean

oh, plenty of people have figured out enough self-esteem at this point

i miss you so much. and hey, sometimes it’s nice to see you go

i can’t be invisible; at least it’s hard to untangle from why i am worthless

give me your hands give me your venmo/whatever.

kind of vulnerable tonight. this is just an ATB gauge

sorry to be boring, but this is giving me a panic attack

looking at sara the way i use twitter right now is catching up on our lives in the interim. failed art as soulcraft.

social death but in like a year. that means i have to just let it go.

the sunlight strikes raindrops in the air, so why not live in the interim

i can get myself a new pop socket, i am invincible

i’ll never have to reify descriptions just because my pain tolerance is better than the original

i feel that rage too but of course they were very cool about it

and really, all i want is to be hidden

the headache bitmoji is very distressing! i meant the coffee beans.

underneath a mountain, does anyone need a physical copy of this

romcom idea: non-poster gf trying to get her phone back

i wish i could be writing. it’s full of holes. full of holes.

i know, i know, but i wonder, and i feel like the third or fourth fault line i've added to the universe lately.

wake up, ask yourself if you have a list of everything i hate, ask her if she wants to go to electro, get me a burger

explaining to the border control agent on the phone

like, still, in defiance of a world that wants to kill you