one of the many awesome things about being Hella Bi is that on days when i’m feeling “too fat for anyone to want me” (thanks brain demons) i look around and see all of these beautiful fat women just going about their days and looking gorgeous and my little gay heart reminds me that if they can be beautiful, i can be too
I can’t stress enough how cool it is to be a writer/artist! Like sometimes people will say it’s lame or dorky or something but you are taking something that doesn’t exist and making it a reality (in a way), like you’re converting pure imagination into a visible form! Can’t you see how amazing that is? That’s like a superpower! Use your superpower!
tl;dr this woman was hearing creepy phantom nursery rhymes every night and it turned out to be a local industrial building’s alarm system, being triggered by spiders on the motion detectors
which is all well and good but “we investigated the creepy nursery rhymes, and it turns out it’s spiders” is one hell of a true statement