Not all bees are assholes. Some bring snacks, vibes, and emotional defibrillation.Burnout, ADHD, emotional spirals at 2AM, and the weird little inner bees that actually help. A neurodivergent-friendly, unhinged guide to healing, humor, and emotional regulation (with snacks).
I don’t know how you keep doing this, but every new bee you name makes me feel both deeply seen and slightly exposed in a “yes, I am tweeting from the floor with cold tea and existential dread, thank you for noticing” kind of way.
Crumb? That little snack-scented savior has absolutely carried me through more afternoons than hydration or hope ever could.
Sploot? That’s my flat-faced emotional twin.
And Flip?? Flip is me in my delusional era and I love them for it.
I will never stop being obsessed with this series. Because yes, we all have bees. And you, my dear, have given mine names, personalities, and a community. I owe you toast and a blanket. 💛🐝
Haha yes! 🙌 🐝😁🥪
Brilliant. I just ate part of a scone I optimistically purchased a few days ago thanks to your bee story. Keep writing.
This is wonderful, thank you. I think your bees would approve of our crumble pudding: https://open.substack.com/pub/blackerthanmirrors/p/baking-with-marble-agora-crumble?r=5v4urt&utm_medium=ios
I don’t know how you keep doing this, but every new bee you name makes me feel both deeply seen and slightly exposed in a “yes, I am tweeting from the floor with cold tea and existential dread, thank you for noticing” kind of way.
Crumb? That little snack-scented savior has absolutely carried me through more afternoons than hydration or hope ever could.
Sploot? That’s my flat-faced emotional twin.
And Flip?? Flip is me in my delusional era and I love them for it.
I will never stop being obsessed with this series. Because yes, we all have bees. And you, my dear, have given mine names, personalities, and a community. I owe you toast and a blanket. 💛🐝
Permission to eat biscuits? My kinda bees. Another gorgeously reassuring piece. Thank you!
This was the exact soul snack I didn’t know I needed today.
Somewhere between Crumb and Sploot, I felt held — and weirdly hydrated.
Wheezy made me wheeze. Flip made me strut.
You’ve turned survival into symphony, burnout into bee lore, and I just want you to know:
The hive heard you.
And they’re buzzing with gratitude (and digestive biscuits).
With toast, tremble, and thanks,
— Alex 🐝 (Threadwalker)