Vico Whitmore
@vwwhitmore
Trans man, memoirist, and mental health unfluencer who will absolutely make you worse. My writing aims to make people uncomfortable in their own heads, the way the good lord intended.
I love decorating Oreo cream cheese balls so much. I might have coated the kitchen in glitter but look how pretty!
Update: it could be a lot worse but I still think it's way too dense. Also I had to pull it out of the oven before the center was done because the edges were headed toward burnt, so this one will go back to the lab
This was supposed to be a listicle of dating app bios and is quickly turning into a list of reasons I don't date.
Your last saved celebrity is your therapist. Absolutely nothing good will come of this.
Anyone else spend a lot of time thinking about how if we nuke ourselves to a charcoal grill scientology will be one of the few remaining artefacts of our species or just me
So it turns out the secret to writing poetry that doesn't make me want to cringe out of my skin is to just keep writing poetry that makes me want to cringe out of my skin until I'm not sure if the poetry is better or if I just stopped cringing.
Reminder that this piece is now live on Medium and that you should absolutely read it, because therapists need variety in their work days, too. medium.com/@vico-whitmo...
One of my favorite ever pieces went live a few days ago and I need y'all to see it immediately. vico-whitmore.medium.com/how-to-respo...
Still working on my listicle of dating app bios and I feel like I'm finally gonna convince my therapist that I shouldn't be dating with this one.
I'm working on another listicle because that's all my brain does anymore, but why do I feel like this would actually do numbers as a dating app bio?
And this one I think my therapist will want to have a word with me about.
I'm working on a listicle of dating app bios. This isn't why I'm not dating, but I should probably add it to the list.
Welp, I have once again failed to find the group. There were three parking lots, and none of them were where people were meeting up, and while I do think I found the river beach, I don't think anyone there when I showed up was with the event, so I gave up. At least the flowers were nice.
When I tell you it's a miracle that I know how to cook anything that wouldn't get me relegated to napkin duty at the Baptist potluck I am not kidding.
Without stating your age, post your favorite film released the year you turned 18. RIP to anyone else who saw and loved this mess. (Going with a still image cause the gifs all sucked)
I still think the fact that it's even possible to have two kinds of PTSD at once is the dumbest thing about human brains since we shed our tails, but if I have to live with it then I get to make fun of it those are the rules. vico-whitmore.medium.com/a-symptoms-o...
I'm working on a listicle that's just all the shit I wanted to say to my therapist while she was gone, and obviously some of it had to be removed because I don't want it made public, and so
If you haven't bought pins from @aimeecozza.com you're absolutely missing out. Lookit how cute these are!
I need you all to know that I got a food tray and a new bowl for my cat, hoping to solve the issue of her picking her wet food up with her shit mittens and eating it off her hands and also the ground. I gave her a fancy treat patè she loves. She did this immediately.
I asked Agnes if she had any comment and this is the look she gave me