Final Road

One day she walked in, and just never walked out. I'd like to say she changed my life, but it's much the same. I work at one of those old everything-stores, with the owner, who's like a hundred years old & made of steel. He owns my apartment too, so I live in it, pay=rent, and live mostly on coffee & de-shelved snacks. Occasionally I get some extra cash flipping things I find lying around & fix. It's amazing how much stuff you can carry out of parties, once you just get accepted as the guy who hauls junk around. She's the girl who makes mixtapes for her outfits. Or maybe it started the other way round, I'm not sure. What I do know is mr. Steel's place has never seen this many extravagant coats. He likes her, 'cause she wears sturdy shoes and an infectious smile. I like her, 'cause even tho nothing's changed, with her I don't feel like it needs to.

One more reason to move abroad: homeschooling in Finland is so damn hard, expensive and socially unexpected/alien, that it’s practically impossible for an average parent to do.

mie: *koittaa myydä tarpeettomia vaatteita pois*

tori: Valitse sukupuoli

tori: *ei anna valita kategoriaa/julkasta ilmotusta ilman sukupuolta*

mie:

Government: work from home

me: works 10 hours a day

also me: feels intensely unaccomplished

I made these pride-colored versions of my avatar and then almost forgot to actually use/post them anywhere 🤷🏻‍♀️😅

~𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔡

People want us dead when they most need us. Deep inside they know, We could help if they only let us.

And we keep trying, We come back again and again, & we get chased out town after town.

Until we become the crazy old lady in the woods, you always saw us as.

The curse of a good heart. The curse of (not) knowing better.