Chronicles of an 8th Grade Mallgoth: S-S-S-SNAKE
My mom made me go out in sunlight so I went hunting for snakes.
Things I do when I got nothing better to do in Florida
STOP WITH THIS
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Chronicles of an 8th Grade Mallgoth: S-S-S-SNAKE
My mom made me go out in sunlight so I went hunting for snakes.
Things I do when I got nothing better to do in Florida
STOP WITH THIS
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Does anyone want to lend me a little black cat?
You know I have one, but she’s a homebody.
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— What really matters is that I won the argument, obv. An elegant little solution that made everyone happy, like I do, being perfect and stuff.
My pinkies are crooked. It’s a thing that runs in my family. I try to use this as an excuse as to why I can’t use my pinky when I’m playing guitar. It bends inward, so I just can’t move it to the next fret, sorry. I guess my career as a guitar virtuoso has run its course.
mine are too! and it runs in my family! Perhaps there is some sexay bonus we haven’t figured out yet.
Lilith Moon noted.
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Spotted at Columbia University: a photo of my back, particularly the awesome shirt Claire made me which says “SILENCE IS NOT AN OPTION”
hearts
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im gonna do a performance piece/tribute to valerie solanas that consists of me shooting terry richardson and getting away with it
men who reblog posts about feminism and add commentary
no
men
no
this tweet alone has restored my faith in Amanda Bynes.
Inspiration as I piece together my next book.
omg kstew there is a tswift song for this exact situation