the mousehold

i am thinking about hong kong again today, watching a man deliver produce to businesses along the road. is it the weather? or is it watching supply trace its lines back and forth through the world? two weeks two years ago and I can't stop thinking about it.

there is so much love in my little moucie heart i love my girlfriends so fucking much i am so horrendously lucky to have my soulmates in my life, to be able to see them and kiss them and hold them regularly. i love you both so much.

imagining some kind of future where we all live together, where we get to decorate it and i devote myself to bullshit house maintenance tasks to make it perfect for us. it's just some stupid eclectic mix of all our art and books and DVDs and bullshit

i truly am insufferable in a different way now that things are good, like no i don't want to work i want to write shitty poetry about the two women i love most in this world

HOLYFUCKINGSHIT BEST CASE SCENARIO

do you remember the first night we all went out? you broke a glass by accident and one of the shards ended up flying into elle's coat pocket. we got home and realised it was still in there, and without really knowing what to do, i decided to keep it, because for some reason it felt significant. it's been sitting on my desk since that night, maybe three or four months ago.

they're playing underscores at this party and I can't stop thinking about you-- i really can't imagine something that makes as much sense as this ever working out for me

is there a world where this works out and i become an equal to your partner? i keep thinking i'll just be relegated to the weekend woman and all this distress will have been for nothing

and if you turned into a sea turtle i would be far too selfish and far too smitten to release you back into the ocean, even though i would ask you sometimes if you're sure you made the right choice. and were i in your place, the whole wide ocean would never be enough if it meant i had to live there without you.

iloveyou iloveyou iloveyou iloveyou it's killing me not to be able to say it

met louise weard. wife says i'm the number one famous mousegirl (above ada rook, but she's also the most molested trans woman alive)

missing the shorty now it's real yearning hource

discussed the prior post with Elle and she said "I remember I used to just dig around in the control panel because I thought maybe I'd find the setting that makes this fun" admittedly I did the exact same thing but I thought it was a little too unabashedly autistic to be a relatable punchline

people nostalgic for old versions of windows clearly never sat in front of their grandparents PC bored to fucking tears because they had aged out of the only shitty educational CD-ROM game they had and instead resorted to occupying themselves with 3d pinball space cadet

it's so fucking back

ms imogen nevada i love you i love your writing i want so desperately to have that kind of sauce

fuck it'd be sick to flex a newly minted/recovered polyam t4t relationship in front of louise weard

just kidding I'm back in hell dimension

nah i've decided we ball hope is alive & god is a woman

God is real, God is real I’m not kidding, God is actually real I'm not kidding this time I think God is actually for real God is real, I wouldn’t joke about this