we justifiably give Biden a lot of shit but I think “at least 3” is the funniest possible response to some right wing dipshit asking you how many genders there are
“I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”
![text id: [ Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c8622534891f221e7a4f3d8be56cf78a/6fb68e4349234717-7d/s1280x1920/d625fe70f8e5c4d10acd97b2b213644a45bc46cc.jpg)
![text id: [ The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/17fdc8f31fd717b751a61f56dcee5cc5/60a5a41b1cf21ed4-77/s1280x1920/5493c105f0c6312132c52b3f4b201ecc2d6bf9ac.jpg)
![text id: [Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/3125314c025426432afe2dd2c95808b4/74dcded006a136f3-a9/s1280x1920/861e9c7e75efb0970aec17cb269a27141a3f6f56.jpg)
![text id: [Five times a day, I make tea. I do this because I like the warmth in my hands, like the feeling of self-directed kindness. I’m not used to it— warmth and kindness, both—so I create my own when I can. ]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/8b7dbdfa7e925e4d8f1f342b8b6ec8d4/e5646659d13990a5-70/s1280x1920/34122d01177c13994c6e515e42c5864d10be5f79.jpg)
