The Samalander

CLEAR SKIN IS SO ATTRACTIVE I’D CHOP A TOE OFF FOR CLEAR SKIN FOREVER

I swear to fucking god writing a post on this website is like talking to a fucking genie! Better be specific as shit or some smart ass is gonna ruin your life

given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that

the role of the person in the passenger seat is not only navigator but secretary as well. you have to type up the drivers messages to random ladies on facebook about cbd cream & google whether that billy joel song was the theme song for that show or not

you also have to provide a henchmans disdainful scowl at whoever the driver is flipping off in the target parking lot

You should never forget the Tommy Gun

World Heritage Post

I avoid heights and it’s not because I’m afraid of heights, it’s actually the opposite. The call of the void gets a little too loud.

This post is the distilled essence of everything I believe in.

This post is like a fucking rosetta stone I've had the same theme song tagged in at least 6 languages so far

962 days left

As a kid, I wasn’t allowed to touch the hot stove with my bare hands. But now I get to do it whenever I want

Babygirl I know fandom history that you wouldn’t even care about

i know fandom history that even I don’t care about

they're still terming random transfems as i type this i see which does make quite a statement doing this today specifically

watched three girls who reblogged its new blog mutual aidpost (made literally 15 minutes ago) already disappear from its notifs. transfems are not included in their pride :/

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QUITE the statement to be nuking transfems at the current accelerated pace right at the start of pride month like this, isn't it

5th blog in 24 hours btw.

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

thank you so so so much for buying it and thank you for following my art for so long, that's insane! a third of my life, perhaps!