e true life: i’m still not sure what gender i am
How productive do I want to be on this 6-hour flight?
My hand is basically collapsible so I was able to wriggle this off without cutting it.
yes it’s totally appropriate to text your big brother at 4 in the morning his time to tell him you miss his cooking
When I get home I want to get my eyebrows done, I want to see Mathu because I miss him, and I want to eat some goddamn GOOD food.
Maybe I’ll ask brother to make steak. Or his lamb stew. Fucking anything, I don’t care. He’s gonna be mad that I brought home so much European candy from the ship.
I still haven’t gotten my land-legs back yet. I keep swaying when I stand because my body is still trying to compensate for the rocking ship, and I think I just look drunk.
Kill the physical-sex-reveal dramatic device, burn its corpse, seal away the ashes, fire them into the sun