Killjoys never Die

Took me a while to identify what in the world the other brass was till I realized it wasn’t.

I’m cackling

thinkin about how when i was 16 i asked my mom to give me permission to get a sherlock tattoo and she was adamant in refusing no matter how much i begged. like…. u saved me, mom. you saved me in every way you can save another human being

being emotionally abused has made me incredibly defensive towards being told what to do, but at the same time has made it hard for me to do things without someone telling me that it’s ok to do out if fear of doing something wrong and getting in trouble

back when i was a beekeeper my bees were really gentle and one time i scooped up a handful of them and i got rly emotional and wanted to kiss them and i essentially faceplanted myself into a palm full of bees while crying and that’s an important fact about me

I need a photographer boyfriend to get my angles and make me look like art