it all happens so much, doesn’t it welcome to my site. i wanted a place to put words, and this site seemed good, so im going to try putting words here. ...
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part 1 check out these sponsored links. watch the same three videos on repeat in a loop. this album seems like your favourite, why not listen to it again. here are some things we think you might like. crawl through life clawing out dopamine in 30-second scraps. don't let yourself get bored, don't let yourself get hurt. there's no point in keeping yourself at anything other than the barest…
did you know, most dogs actually have multiple faces? it's hard to see on most breeds, since they move so fast, but it's there, i promise. this dog's been awfully tired as of late, though, so you might be able to catch a glimpse or two. to be held bit passé, isn't it? trans girl feels strong identification with dog, desperately seeks kinship, feels touch starved, longs to be held, call now at the…
phone you love your phone because it has everything in it you hate your phone because it has everything in it. it's probably the most touched item of yours by a long margin. you feel anxious when it's not on you. it's grown to be somewhat of a cursed item for you. so much of your life is in it. so many memories you've never quite brought yourself to look at. keys check your keyring. one house key…
it's almost 6pm as i write this, and i don't think i've said a single word out loud today. when i was small, i thought about trying to see how long i could go without speaking. i never really though it could be this easy . a while ago, i saw something, the contents didn't really mean much but the title stuck with me. it was called "i haven't done shit this year", i saw it about seven years ago…
it was a hot day, i was winded running up a hill when i first saw you through the harsh morning light. it took me a second to recognise you with how still you are. i caught myself willing for you to run when you heard me. i walked past you, pretended i didn't see you. some part of you caught in my head, pulled me back. i knew i wouldn't be able to forget myself if i just left you to fate. but you…
there's a certain kind of, let's call it time blindness you can develop when you're trans, or probably just depressed enough. for me, it was the kind that i think you get when you spend years agonizing over every passing day, every passing moment, to the point where it's saturated your thoughts long enough that it all stops feeling real. and then one day you're lying in bed and your girlfriend…
when you were young, you spent a lot of time in the closet. in that way, yes, but also in a much more direct way. you kept the inside covered in a layer of old jackets and musky blankets, you'd crawl in, shut the doors behind you, and feel alone, away from your family, from the world at large, from the bitter cold. you were always obsessed with secrets. you did a lot of walking as a kid, around…
elle@catgirl ~> lsb_release -d Description: Arch Linux elle@catgirl ~> # we're home elle@catgirl ~>
you got into photography as a teenager- well, that's not quite right. you first got into photography as a child, when your dad found a camera at work and gave it to you, a terrible sony mavica with probably a number of pixels you could count on both hands and feet if you wanted. it took pictures onto floppy discs - something that was insanely cool to you as a child and still pretty neat to you as…