homemade.

no little punk girl don't walk into the lightning storm! your outfit is so conductive! little punk girl nooooooo

the lighting strikes her eyebrow piercing and travels down the spikes on her jacket to the chains on her pants down the hooks of her boots till it's grounded in the 2 inches of rubber at the bottom of her stompers and she blinks comically, pulls out a mirror, admires her newly fried hair, and walks away happily

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

once i am perfect in every conceivable way i will be happy i can feel it

Fucked up that you have to go to work during the winter. Should be curled up in a little nest with several months' supply of food stocked up right now.