having an eating disordered past and trying to be mindful about losing weight is like repeatedly grabbing a knife by the blade. btw

nails are long enough to obnoxiously clack against my phone screen when i text like a y2k villain

easy to talk the talk, much harder to walk it

plucking my eyebrows is a nightmarish task. i have no idea if this shit is crooked or not

bro i meal prepped (bagged portions of broccoli out for a week) i'm so ready (sesame dressing ftw)

my existence is inherently disruptive and political so, yknow, explains why im a yapper

fucking hell dropping the caffeine further has made me into the world's sleepiest man

my childhood bestfriend being a punk explains a LOT of my personality despite the pastel pink. makes u think!

voted "most likely to be put into a hamsterbubble/bubblewrapped" by loved ones

notorious yapper, chatter, talker, speaker, babbler, meower, etc

so successfully masking youre mistaken for the ingroup is always such a weird disconcerting feeling

*gives myself a shiny badge to reflect the fact im a mouthy cripple on my homepage* hell yea baby

deeply amused by the discordance of the badges but if it works it works. LOL

the DIY ethos is fitting, i sigh, as i make the damn graphic transparent myself

local cranky transmasc cripple loves viktor from arcane. Oh I'm Sure You Do

nuking peoples birthdays from your google calendar should be a canon event

a weird artefact of prior friendships is deleting personal information from your notes. allergies, phone numbers, so forth

*sending my older brother cute cat pics* this is us btw

cripplepunk as in fuck you lives rent free in my brain. me as hell

bro why am i so fucking eepie (hemorrhage, overcast weather, low calories, etc, etc)