you want to know about me? that's so sweet of you!!
as you know, i'm mimi, but irl people call me mirabelle. i haven't found a nickname i like better than mimi, but if you want to call me something else, go for it! i also go by names like aurantium sometimes. i use she/her pronouns, and i'm nonbinary and a girl but also not a girl and a girl. it's complicated! i like lots of things, but here's a few i love:
here's a collection of quotes that exemplify who i am as a person
as an animal you have been gifted the ability to be momentarily but greatly affected by something and then stop caring immediately after. other human functions can get in the way of this but never forget that many times you can just say “Okay” and amble off
complaining and getting like. recreationally mad is so valid and fun i hate it when people dont get that
girl experiences emotions. everyone dead everyone injured
giving the lesbian reality check is my life’s purpose
i am simultaneously the most boring and most interesting girl in the world
i don't ever overshare. everything i say is essential information to help u weave a rich tapestry of me in ur mind.......
i never speak a sentence without saying actually, genuinely, seriously, or literally because i need everyone to know how sincere i am about the bullshit that comes out of my mouth.
i think creativity always lives somewhere in everyone but its nature is quite pranksterish and slippery and everytime u grab its tail its found a nu corner to thrive in . perhaps the trick is not to force it and put it up against a wall and want it to be in a particular area . but rather w a lot of kindness sniff it out and wonder where it has gone to this time around . [...] i def dont succeed in this all the time but feel overall things have been more fertile when i trust this creatures instincts and follow it rather than me willfully reforming it into a circus animal colouring by numbers . anyways : as much as youd like to ignore this animal u have to attend it . because if u dont them dark times turn up .....
i want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as i can decently manage, loving all the people i love, and doing as much as i can of the work i still have to do.
if i’m in a situation where i’m forced to perservere, imma give up. why am i trying that hard in the first place?
if y’all ever need me, just know i’m only about 5 missed calls & 3 texts away. i’ll always be there
im catfishing you all im actually dreamier and funnier and sillier and cuter and hotter and betterer and sexier and dreamier and more insane in person
in many magical girl stories, the penultimate act of the protagonist is to relieve herself of the mantle-- and that is frustrating to the viewers who wish she would stay magical just a little longer. 'why does she have to give it up now?’
love existed in infinite forms before me, and love will exist in infinite forms after me, but all i know is no love exists like when my mother calls me to the kitchen for tea
she had read enough stories to know that the princess and the monster were never the same. she had been alone long enough to know which one she was.
spicing up the blunt rotation by yelling “kyaaa, an indirect kiss?” like an anime girl when it’s my turn
the realization that i am no longer at war with the world—that i am, rather, able to love it wholeheartedly, though my attempts to show this love sometimes are muddled—is an indescribable relief.
why can’t i try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is most becoming?
“does it hurt?” asked the rabbit. “sometimes,” said the skin horse, for he was always truthful. “when you are real you don’t mind being hurt.”