After years of romanticizing autumn and it's beautiful colors and brisk fresh air and festive spirit... I've come to realize I actually hate this season. It's busy, the weather is unpredictable, my joints hurt, I *always* get sick, my mood is always trash, and everything's dying.
Just got home from a harrowing experience and it's haunting me.... This is a long thread...
This evening I took my mom on an errand, and when we arrived in the parking lot there were four white male police officers surrounding two Black teen girls. 1/16
MW apologists in my mentions and dms really trying to explain right wing ideologies to me like I wasn’t raised in it. My dude I was supposed to one of those teenage breeding machines your kind is so fond of.
In HS, a teacher showed my class a documentary on a woman who lost her leg after bitten by a brown recluse spider hiding in her shoe.
Ten years later, I still have to perform an annual "Boot Stomping" ritual every fall to be sure nothing's settled into my shoes over the summer.
I throw my hands up in the air sometimes, saying
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In the most adorable attempt at complimenting me, Bryan actually stumbled over his words so spectacularly that we refer to it now as the "Porky Pig" incident. It was so endearing and sweet that it swept me away, and I literally giggled on my drive home with giddy twitterpation 💕