Photographer, linguist, amateur writer.
My comfort TV show:
Me, writing a series of queer takes on Greek Mythology:
Me, writing a series of queer takes on Greek Mythology:
Which means I can’t even keep reading the book or watch the series because, well…
Which means I can’t even keep reading the book or watch the series because, well…
(In chronological order to try and be fair.)
Evanescence
Theatre of Tragedy
Emilie Simon
Sugababes
Madonna
Rihanna
Sugababes
Girls Aloud
The Smashing Pumpkins
Dolly Parton
Green Day
Mr Bungle
(In chronological order to try and be fair.)
Evanescence
Theatre of Tragedy
Emilie Simon
Sugababes
So the part of me that would LOVE to see Betelgeuse’s huge ass supernova coexists with the one that would be bummed if Orion lost its shoulder.
So the part of me that would LOVE to see Betelgeuse’s huge ass supernova coexists with the one that would be bummed if Orion lost its shoulder.
this is a polite request that you keep you disgusting rapist criminal President out of our affairs in Europe. If you don't want to support your allies in their fight against Russian imperialism that's fine, but please now just stay completely out of what is no longer any of your business
this is a polite request that you keep you disgusting rapist criminal President out of our affairs in Europe. If you don't want to support your allies in their fight against Russian imperialism that's fine, but please now just stay completely out of what is no longer any of your business
That, and tracing analogies with another related language I don’t even know but I’ve built a small vocabulaty in just from listening to music.
That, and tracing analogies with another related language I don’t even know but I’ve built a small vocabulaty in just from listening to music.
Like, look at those tails: do they look like bears to you, Ptolemy?!
Like, look at those tails: do they look like bears to you, Ptolemy?!
Bets are open on how many Gen Zs won’t get my reference when I try cover up the fact I couldn’t be bothered with picking a costume.
Bets are open on how many Gen Zs won’t get my reference when I try cover up the fact I couldn’t be bothered with picking a costume.