A chaotic witch

She's always one of my favorite examples of someone with celebrity status retaining humanity and speaking up for minorities.

listen. 67 is not 69. it's not 420, or 21, or 42.

it's E.

you remember this shit?

it’s been 9 years since i wrote this. i was experiencing 24/7 anxiety so badly that i needed serious medication. these days in the back of my car is an “emergency party box.” when people admit they no longer really celebrate their birthday; i tell them to put the sash on and queue up kesha, we’re going bowling or something. these days i can’t spin around without finding something i am enamored with. these days i list 3 things i’m grateful for before i fall asleep. you’re probably one of them, just by virtue of you existing.

at the time i wrote this, i was suffering through a severe panic attack literally every night. i tortured my brother with constant 2 AM calls just to hear someone else breathing, because i couldn’t be alone in the silence.

i rarely wish i was still 23 even though ironically i had more hope back then. what i can tell you is this: i love the same way, but bigger now. i’ve worn the velvet cape to several business meetings. i spent thursday in a crop top without caring what my stomach looked like.

i told her i like her; i often dress as a witch. i still got glass in my foot this morning. i’ve kissed maybe a thousand people since then and met a million more than that; passing like the shadow of a hammerhead in trains and planes and buses.

i saw you, beloved, there, maybe, on platform in south station. you didn’t speak, but you said: i struggle to give the nothing meaning. the nothing fills up everything. it is just loud and yellowed panicked silence. i can’t stop shaking.

on the roof, birds curl together against the chilled spring wind. the sky outside of the craft store was an iridescent pink. the nothing already had meaning; you are giving it meaning by witnessing.

PROPAGANDA:

[Dean]

"He killed Hitler, he deserves it."

"He's so breedable, and he'd love it so much."

"He’d be hotter and that's enough."

"THE OG OMEGA!"

"He’s called himself Sam's mother, he said he’s nesting, he’s great with kids. He is The Omega, out of all of his sex scenes he has never been on top, he gets disproportionately flustered when men flirt with him as opposed to women. He deserves to be pregnant and eat pie and relax for once damn it."

"Look at his face and you simply cannot deny that man needs to be pregnant. He’s The Omega tm."

Dean propaganda from last season

[Doofenshmirtz]

"he is the number one girldad and i think he'd be really cute with a younger child <3 please he's got empty-nest syndrome he needs this."

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.