tehnakki asked: what are your feelings about orange as a colour?
one time when i was a kid a whipped a bunch of orange paint on a wall accidentally as i went to clean my paintbrush and, then, i whipped it at the wall on purpose, making a HUUUUUUGE mess. and when i was busted for it i refused to cop to it. it was the dumbest thing to make a stand on — i decided that because i didn’t like the way they were yelling at me (not that i was being yelled at; i was wrong, clearly, and had done something deserving of punishment) then they could all go fuck themselves.
And i swear i dug in like a goddamn tick and refused to admit it. and they got angrier and angrier and i got more and more obdurate. And my mom was called and I dug in harder still. For literally no reason at that point other than fuck them. and it was… it was absurd. beyond ‘i didn’t do it’ absurd. it was a staring contest between me and these awful women at the afterschool daycare. and my mom ended up taking em out of daycare and i became a latchkey kid and my happiness (and theirs, i’m sure) increased one hundred percent.
The lesson here, tee-nakks, is fuck them all forever.
anyway so ever since then, fuck orange, too.