It really is astonishing how much self-hatred estrogen is ever so slowly erasing from my face, like, genuinely and sincerely could not have fewer regrets

all the girlies love my fancy bat cane, and you know what? i love this thing too

Another update: he's seemingly completely lost his sight, and while our efforts have been helping keep him as happy and comfortable as possible, he's still declining and we can't afford to do much more for him in current circumstances...

With at least some facets of the illness retreating temporarily, went out to a thrift shop yesterday to pick up the hot new sound of the summer

tried to find a specific image but forgot to turn off caps-lock and wound up sounding like i was ranting a breakdown at google

hahahaha this sucks

melt your furniture. now!

Thank you Google, very helpful

been thinking about this David Lynch painting a lot lately

yea h

Newsflash: I'm still kinda cute these days, in spite of The Horrors

hooting and hollering over this from the latest Vortex issue

feeling a lot like this weird little Beksiński creature today. no i will not elaborate