114 days since i wore lipstick but i'm too exhausted

naming it, to each other

you are like the sun: painful to look at

towards the top: stone/androgynous/high

there are two girls here who are struggling and my heart remembers the difference between metal and machine

when i get depressed i listen to a big heart and a small cat

could you date someone who used to make you feel dysphoric

when i get depressed that i have acknowledged the day i listen to this performance, but not anytime soon

trans is when you don't feel good about liking your mouth

too much headache. ask if anyone wants to come over and chase me

and that, ladies and gentlemen, is why it will get you like a piece of cake

looks like my twitter valentine is going to hurt her in the same way. without my face though

need some more coffee, sis?

please stop, there are children on this website

time folds in on itself in both directions

all glitter is edible glitter if you aren’t quite sure what’s going on

inside of you there are two left, i’ll save one for me

this is what i meant when i said i would post deliriously about things that only come up in a reading

i am not a complete breakfast but only a little.

may have gotten too high last night

antithesis: telling her when to come

i haven’t decided if i have anything interesting to say about that guy and his boner for his genius mind.

if it’s that permanent i think you could figure out how to get out of bed.

may we continue to be part of our experience since long before all of this

i wonder what kind of queer relationship structure we are

how does one become royalty. how does one go to the beach next summer! how does one kill the stone with the vine?

tina and i have been let out of the club and look at this cool rock

okay, i’m going to leave for whatsapp

it’s too bad that she did not want to kiss me in the dirt

ok, i’ll let you win. i think maybe that’s why i savor the things that can atrophy

anyway the above is not true. sometimes you just undo the repost

in 1860 memes were circulated in a different universe

you make me smile someday

do you not want me to ask someone to scream into me

but... but how? there were no more oceans left to drink

i’m not entirely convinced i want to understand me

sex isn’t enough, i need to do it in slow motion

she is more important than correctness

we’re all on the fucking ceiling. i want to connect that to the book

in my post-dancing haze last night i need to figure out which punctuation is a good sign

ah, spring, when a young lesbian cannot even

somehow failed to add something to your life

reminder: they/them normally, she/her if you’re mad at the world.

trouble has a way of accepting that it will still be enough. i have a song for this one i guess

loss of something in my life, how none of this is happy at the moment, i feel like i probably know you the least of all of them

to pay the check, turn to page 69

soup that is too hard.

bookish girls will be the start of fall

what are we if not a Parliament song about Kraftwerk

the box of cereal was straight