Certified Princess

I’m obsessed with final forms. THE SYMBOLISM OF YOUR ACTIONS/PERSONALITY HAS BECOME A PART OF YOUR PHYSICAL SELF. ( AND NOW YOURE A MONSTER.)

if it's terminal im just gonna say fuck it and become a porn star

not the twitter migrants putting "reblog heavy" in their bios on here... like yeah. that's what we do here

theres a new villain roaming around new york that has all the powers of a tapir. give me an hour or two im gonna go google what the fuck tapirs do ill let you know if we need to be scared

OK it seems if you are fruits or berries this is really really bad news for you otherwise youre fine

Being a crafty person and making a bunch of things often prompts people to ask "oh wow did you make that?" And like, the short answer is: yes I did, but the long answer is: well, no, the pattern isn't mine, but I did choose and buy the fabric/yarn and sewed it together/crocheted it/knitted it myself. I used a reference for that drawing/painting, I didn't come up with it myself. That ceramic piece was insired by a poem and a painting made by different people. What I'm trying to say is, everything I make requires other people to make their own thing first, and then I get inspired by them to do my own thing. So I can't really call anything truly mine, because really it's just a bunch of inspirations and experiences of others (and me) put together by my hands. Does that answer your question

ALL ART IS IN CONVERSATION WITH ITSELF AND NOTHING IS ORIGINAL BECAUSE NOTHING IS MADE ALONE AND THAT'S A GOOD THING AHHH

norp i dont like dat

omg finally

i’m going to blow up everything forever.

all weapons formed against bisexual women shall not prosper

this includes bisexual trans women <3 terfs go fuck yourself