Kids these days

    Natalie/Natty/Tilly
    18, London, UK.

Asexual Aromantic Polyamourous White English Cisgirl with a heart as big as my head (please note, this is a literary device called a metaphor, my heart is not actually the size of my noggin) and a knack for writing romantic poetry. Graph addict and scholar of famous murders. Psychopath, poet, knows more about poisons than is strictly comforting. I bake. I sing. I like comets and maths and angles and atoms and reading. I am a very angry person. (That said, if I’ve posted something triggering and need to tag/remove it or if I need to pick up my privilege and fuck off, please let me know.)

(READ THIS AND THEN TELL ME I’M NOT A PSYCHOPATH, PLEASE DO. I WILL FUCKING FIGHT YOU ON THIS.)

The Natty is a solitary creature, preferring to curl up on itself and blog into the early hours of the morning. Social interaction between the Natty and the rest of the inhabited world is rare, and noteworthy. She chooses mostly to communicate by stalking the “psychopath” tag on Tumblr and viciously attacking anything that doesn’t belong there. Occasionally, the Natty will drag herself from her nest, and brave the dangers of college, making important phone calls and showering, but very rarely. 

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12 comments

  1. NATTY IS FAMOUS *successfist*

    1. Aim higher, dear.

      1. Gwen. · ·

        Yeah well, piss off, lady. Natty is brilliant.

  2. Alicat · ·

    Oh, Natty, you’re absolutely beautiful!

  3. On behalf of my generation, I am very very very sorry.😦

    1. LOL! It’s not your fault. I blame Judith Butler.

  4. Scarley · ·

    haha Natty’s wonderful (oh and I’d “aim higher” but I sincerely don’t want to.)

    1. That doesn’t shock me, privileged slacker child.

  5. Odd that she expects the ravings of a self-admitted psychopath to be taken seriously, but that must be part of her special-snowflake neuroatypicality. Only among the Tumblr Children of the Corn are serious mental issues discussed as if they’re interesting quirks, like freckles or birthmarks.

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