digital spare room

Last night i explained trans man lesbians to my landlady

trying to remember which twin peaks ep i got up to months ago is like trying to remember a dream from the night before. And watching season 2 on archive.org is like being trapped in the black lodge

final note of interest: my brain fog has improved MASSIVELY since getting my nips pierced?!

also super aware that this blog has just turned into me thinking out loud about feeling unwell but. Hm. No concluding statement

Over the course of a single month/week/day i will ricochet between ‘i am so exhausted that all i want to do is lie down. My social life should consist of me in a four poster bed to be greeted consoled and entertained by my family friends and lovers’ and ‘actually i feel so normal rn. To make up for lost time i should go to the club and then go to the club in berlin then go to the club in paris then go to the club in tokyo then go to the club in milan then learn the phonebook then go to the club on the moon then go camping in the scottish highlands for 2 weeks’  

slowly expanding my creepy vintage toy collection

if i were on dragula i would find a way to do a bedazzled cunty wound man