estelle

i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming

hey sorry it's just that i don't think i'm very good at being a person. thanks for letting me try with you, anyway.

today I exercised financial restraint and did not buy myself an EMF reader

(scrolling my dash) trite. trite. trite. contrived. foppish. shameful. oh, a disgusting embellishment from one of my decrepit mutuals. to be cordial i will re-blogge it. JEFFREY! (a butler-type creature who is as tall as my knee and incredibly ghoulish skitters into the room from a crack in the wall) be a dear and block this fool for me would you? (jeffrey pulls out a rusted dagger from behind its back and licks it) thank you. begone. (jeffrey scuttles out of the door and into the road where it is immediately struck by a semi truck at 80 mph)

dykes are angels

actually i’ve done a lot of work on myself since we last spoke and i wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself and that i hope you die