The mostly-terrible, sometimes-memorable, oftentimes-distressing recounting of misadventures that may or may not be entirely sober, by a California-grown, queer, 24 year old with a penchant for hyphens, ampersands, oxford commas, & songs you should make out to. Call me dad, or them/they/their.
I just want tattoo sleeves and be super buff and ride a cafe racer through towns and make girls fall in love with me and leave a lot.
25 Lives by Tongari
Maybe someday I’ll share my sad writing playlist.
au where i’m straight
I did two things right in college, which are the only two good things I can say for myself. Here’s the deal. I don’t know how many of you are starting college or starting your second year or how many of you need advice. The large majority of you won’t need it and the majority of you won’t listen to my advice, but for the people who are really terrified of how to make the most of their college career, let dad say some words.
The best advice I can give, academically, socially, and emotionally, for going into college is this: join two things. Join something you are familiar with and join something that is completely new to you. For me, those things were band and rowing. Those things changed my life more than any academia. I met so many people. Just get involved in at least two things. And always make one that is at least new to you.
allons-brie just busted out a pop tart in the middle of the bar. I have never been more convinced that i have cooler friends. And that I am Ryuko Matoi.
satsunon makes more sense
It certainly does, but… Say Satsuki, being the more logical of the sisters, manages to squash down her affections for Ryuko fully and completely and wants to pursue just a strictly sisterly relationship with her. But Ryuko, ever the brash, abrasive, and emotional one, wants otherwise?