Air b&b person is having a massive sneezing fit.

Brb shrink-wrapping my entire face. No but rly I love this mask.

"So, Rob. Are you covering the treachery of AI, the rise of fascism, or how the media is instigating division and unrest?" "...My world is a coffin! A wop bob a loo bop A wop bob a loo bop Call me Tarantula Call me Tarantula The god Tarantula All hail Tarantula!" "okay." youtu.be/bTEwpGrigPw?...

Actual nun just mispronounced proselytize.

#B4BC3D

Slightly jealous of everybody else out there on a Friday night doing things you do when you're not ptsd-induced-agoraphobic.

Lololol the journalist he's currently conning has some vague commonwealth accent and keeps calling them Binky and Bueno. And that is a precious gem I will take away from this documentary series, thank you.

Feeling all stomply and powerful in my Reptar knickers.

Whatcha reading?

Nope.

Today's inspiration is Vera Miles, John Gavin and Janet Leigh being terrified by a sinister chair in a publicity still for Psycho (1960).

Darwyn Cooke’s Wonder Woman

Gillian Anderson

Mmmmm, thunder. 🩵🩵🩵🩵

Shirley Jackson’s short story “The Lottery” was published on this date in 1948 #Booksky

Marilyn Monroe, 1962. by George Barris.

if i’ve ever given you a boner parasocially send me $10

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Paul Rudd could play Ken Bianchi like a boss.

What dating me is like.

Kim Novak style 🎬 #filmsky #moviesky #cinema

Tonight I smell like fried sage.

One of them is pointing right at my chicken pox scar 😅

Sry I have Eternal Bother™.

Unbothered gummy. Let's get slightly less tense, aww yeah.

This is promising. Finishing it tomorrow.

ngl.link/babylegrand Oh golly, I'm not interesting enough for that!!!! 🧡

This. 😕

Naught but a leap to the left And then a clockwyse tread; Put thyne handes on thyne hippes, And be thy knees yn-gatheréd: Lo! It ys the pelvique thruste That maketh mirthe down to rayne - Lat us doon the Tyme Warpe agayne!

“Shipping begins at label creation” is the new “Life begins at conception.”

Haircut haircut!!!!!

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Ooooohhh. 🍓⚔️

I think I get to go to yoga Sunday and that will improve everything slightly. It's been too long.

Still struggling. Things here are weird. I'm filled with a nameless dread.

I feel like the sugarplum fairy should have wings but what do I know? *staunchly is a fairy*

Audrey Hepburn by Cecil Beaton (1948)

I've always wished my name was Mitten.

Vogue Paris, 1980