You know, I never understood all these elaborate tortures. It’s the simplest thing… to cause more pain than a man can possibly endure.
for kylie (i’m so sorry mum and dad)
things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom
35mm film scans
some pictures about my backwards concept of privacy.
i. it’s getting bad again
ii. this week i am struggling with self doubt and the transition from iced coffee to hot coffee
iii. i want to puke and sleep for six days
iv. i still can’t sit on your couch without shaking
v. i need other people to validate that i am important because i can’t do it for myself
vi. no one else has ever told me that i am desirable with the lights on
order pizza. reluctantly put on clothes. wait. pay pizza guy. remove clothes. eat pizza.
some cats are different.
Why does this have any notes its a fucking hand caressing a car door.
because it’s a sexy hand
f is for friends who do stuff together
kelly can be the right one and I’ll be the left one
So I threw a Twitter tantrum the other day, after reading what this piece o’ shit had to say about girls winning at punk. I mean, I know and really like a lot of the women on this list. But the fact is that he (and other white music writers) would rather defend fucking Miley Cyrus but completely ignore bad-ass women of color who make punk music that’s just too threatening for them. I SEE YOU ALL.