cannot wait for my vintage bracelets to come in. the tennis bracelet is understated and sweet, the chunky oval one is gaudily gorgeous

i have so many layering and dainty necklaces back when that was more so my aesthetic. teeny tiny pink heart and star...

its cool how my older brother accepted my identity without blinking: he loves me first & foremost, and im always going to be his sibling

it does help that the wavy hair is adorable on me. the bedhead is fucking crazy though and im learning to manage it still LMFAO

to be loved is to be seen, to be understood... to have left your imprint and mark. to matter. to be beheld. its just testimony to that fact

weirdly validating in a sense, that the emotional distress left such an apparent physical mark. this has changed me, and everyone can see it

the stress of the last year or so with everything going on with him literally changed my hair's curl pattern and gave me white hair. wild!

its kind of genuinely insane how much my emotional wellbeing rests on my big brother. oh well. hes healthier now so im Normaller

jayvik is peak self indulgence because i LOVE seeing a scientist with a fucked up leg get romanced. hes just like me fr!!

cracked my back like a goddamn glowstick earlier when bending down to pick up my nail file. good lord i thought id broken my back

sleepy and warm and cherished. to be loved by any name, however you come, as you are- not for who you could be. but as you come, presently.

me destroying my brothers spellcheck by corrupting it with words like meowmeow and kittywizard and baskit makes me laugh. love you

smiling because of a silly kitty in the snow meme my brother sent me. hes getting good at using memes for sillies LMFAO

having an OC is like having a little guy you can nuke in the microwave with your varieties of mental illness, actually

fallen london giving us all a new little thief of a pet birdie for their kickstarter. a new little guy pet to cherish!

i'm loved! i'm loved! i'm loved! a beloved little kittywizard. the silliest guy in the room.

i'm like wow. the dopamines of being cherished and beloved and cared for actually. the sparklies of such unbridled joy

its TOO late for that costco receipt return. no takesie backsies. no refunds. (dan voice, nodding) no refunds, kiddo

makes my heart all warm and fuzzie when i remember my older brother has a special term of endearment Just For Me. like yayy :-) special baby

cant believe that slacking off in limnology and writing a homoerotic essay turned out to be the best choices i made for my academic career