Bazmahtaz
@bazmahtaz.bsky.social
30s, she/her, tired pansexual.
I draw stuff. I write stuff. I sew stuff. If I'm not making something, I'm probably dying.
I draw stuff. I write stuff. I sew stuff. If I'm not making something, I'm probably dying.
In theory, yes. In practice, my noggin vs the ceiling is not a fair fight.
March 7, 2025 at 5:03 AM
In theory, yes. In practice, my noggin vs the ceiling is not a fair fight.
My go to is: "Hey do you wanna uhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" followed by emphatic gesticulating at my face, their face, and the loose pile of mentos and lip balm I keep on hand.
I am very smooth, you see.
I am very smooth, you see.
February 13, 2025 at 7:09 PM
My go to is: "Hey do you wanna uhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" followed by emphatic gesticulating at my face, their face, and the loose pile of mentos and lip balm I keep on hand.
I am very smooth, you see.
I am very smooth, you see.
So I'm working, still. I'm trying to keep going to the gym. I'm still playing Dungeons and Dragons. I'm still drawing stupid things for myself. I'm still trying to buff the spaghetti stain out of my shitty countertops. But I'm doing it while saying, emphatically, with my whole chest: Fuck Cancer.
February 13, 2025 at 5:07 AM
So I'm working, still. I'm trying to keep going to the gym. I'm still playing Dungeons and Dragons. I'm still drawing stupid things for myself. I'm still trying to buff the spaghetti stain out of my shitty countertops. But I'm doing it while saying, emphatically, with my whole chest: Fuck Cancer.
The thing about grief, for me at least, is that it's a minefield of "what-if"s. What if we had caught it sooner? What if we had done something different? What if we hadn't caught it at all? Grief is weirdly speculative, and speculation is useless. Anyone who knows me knows I hate feeling useless.
February 13, 2025 at 5:04 AM
The thing about grief, for me at least, is that it's a minefield of "what-if"s. What if we had caught it sooner? What if we had done something different? What if we hadn't caught it at all? Grief is weirdly speculative, and speculation is useless. Anyone who knows me knows I hate feeling useless.