Alex. They/them/their. 18. Queer. Chicago. Welcome to my little universe.
ain’t no friendship like a friendship where you’re either confused as siblings or gay lovers
apparently my theatre group is voting people out of the group and i think i might resign ahead of time to spare everyone the trouble of deciding that they collectively hate me
“Hey, buy me this thing”
“waIT NO I WAS KIDDING PLEASE DON’T OH MY GOD I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS STOP BEING SO NICE DON’T YOU DARE GET ME THIS THING I ASKED FOR I SWEAR TO GOD”
"Here, I bought you the thing"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS"
"just take it"
"I CAN’T-if you insist oK THANK YOU VERY MUCH"
my family got me a vibrating toothbrush that i can most definitely use to masturbate and finally get off gdi but the only problem here is that it’s got mike wasowskis face on it and i don’t know if im ready for that level of commitment
this is it. this is my legacy. no matter what from now on i’ll always be known as mike wasowski toothbrush guy. incredible.
"what gender were you born as" buddy i dont even know. i hatched from a mysterious radioactive dragon egg 20 years ago and nobody really knows what to do with me