headstone inscription: "sorry you had to see that"

i worked a random gig filming a Finnish festival for a nice old woman back in the summer of '21. i met her working at a cancer center. she used to be a dancer, and told me about hanging out at the Playboy Club with Grace Slick of Jefferson Airplane.

someone hire me. i will not work

vonnegut is my favorite writer, and has helped me accept the inevitability of death, but i think i have to acknowledge that brian michael bendis may actually be the most significant writer to my life

Ever since I was a little girl I always dreamed of going back to bed

me and my insomnia

as per my last e-girl,

dude discovering a fetish for their grandfather

suddenly i really want to taste pawpaw

porn does not make men more violent that’s what football is for

bsky makes me nervous. the immensity of seeing nothing on this account is intimidating