u rlly gotta stop with the self deprecation humor you know? like that shit might be funny for a second but then u really gotta think “why do I find it funny to think so little of myself? why does my personal pain make for good comedy to others?” not the sort of gallows humor we as marginalized people share in response to pain but the stuff that deals with you and what you’re going through specifically. A wound cannot begin to heal if you insist on keeping it open.
I used to feed the crows on campus every day because it was easier than making human friends (I had one already - and Robin likes crows as much as I do). Pretty soon, they figured out where I lived and would alight upon my dorm windowsill and watch me. I offered them only healthy things, like leftover fish, hard boiled eggs, nuts, suet, and dog food. They were already habituated to humans and had no fear of us, and I figured it was better to feed them real food instead of the french fries they’d get tossed.
It only got weird when people began to notice that crows would follow me to class. Two in particular would fly alongside me as I walked across campus, landing and cawing for treats and keeping pace with me. Sometimes people would try to scare them off and I’d have to explain that Heinrich and Fatima weren’t bad omens signaling my doom, just spoiled little brats.
childhood is asking your parents to go to mcdonalds but they say no because “we got food at the house”
adulthood is going to mcdonalds despite having food at the house, but not getting a drink at mcdonalds because you got drinks at the house
Don’t call me out like this
