She/Her
First up, the Jolly Roger. This is a pirate skull, not a Nazi skull. It means you might get robbed, but prolly not genocided.
With me so far? 1/x
First up, the Jolly Roger. This is a pirate skull, not a Nazi skull. It means you might get robbed, but prolly not genocided.
With me so far? 1/x
I have to tell you what just happened.
I AM DANCING ON A CLOUD RIGHT NOW.
1/
And when things are not so good, I want legal procedurals. I want to watch lawyers rip apart the bad guys with clever legal gambits.
Started binging Suits.
( Still unemployed, still working on it)
And when things are not so good, I want legal procedurals. I want to watch lawyers rip apart the bad guys with clever legal gambits.
Started binging Suits.
( Still unemployed, still working on it)
if neither of these men are willing to get a little bi I will be furious
Fashion is art that we wear.
Choose an aesthetic language and think of how masculinity is expressed in those traditions. Does not have to fit classical ideals.
Fashion is art that we wear.
Passive: mountains that have seen too much shit to care what you do
Active: these mountains know their power and you will treat them respectfully or suffer consequences
K2: this mountain hates you. No, it really really REALLY hates you. Stay tf away
Passive: mountains that have seen too much shit to care what you do
Active: these mountains know their power and you will treat them respectfully or suffer consequences
K2: this mountain hates you. No, it really really REALLY hates you. Stay tf away
And I got to cross something off my bucket list: I sang with a live band last night!
And I got to cross something off my bucket list: I sang with a live band last night!
Me: (gets out notebook)
Grogu: I will supervise!
Me: But I’m gonna need that page to write on…
Grogu: Write faster! (swats the pen)
Me: Hold on!
Grogu: Faster, human! Absorb the learning!
Me: (dodging claws) Ahhh!
Grogu: This is the way.
Me: (gets out notebook)
Grogu: I will supervise!
Me: But I’m gonna need that page to write on…
Grogu: Write faster! (swats the pen)
Me: Hold on!
Grogu: Faster, human! Absorb the learning!
Me: (dodging claws) Ahhh!
Grogu: This is the way.
How dare you ruin my beautiful prose!
Followed by:
Yeah, that’s probably right. Dammit. Accept change.
How dare you ruin my beautiful prose!
Followed by:
Yeah, that’s probably right. Dammit. Accept change.
The cat lies. Glaring.
All alone upon the bed.
Unwilling to share.
The cat lies. Glaring.
All alone upon the bed.
Unwilling to share.
Grandad made a dime.
But that was a poem
From a simpler time.
Boss made a thousand,
Gave my Dad a cent.
But that coin paid the mortgage,
Or at least it paid the rent.
Now bosses make a billion,
And give us workers jack.
Then smugly blame society,
For the labor that they lack.
Grandad made a dime.
But that was a poem
From a simpler time.
Boss made a thousand,
Gave my Dad a cent.
But that coin paid the mortgage,
Or at least it paid the rent.
Now bosses make a billion,
And give us workers jack.
Then smugly blame society,
For the labor that they lack.
I’d be a Dark Queen by lunchtime. Or maybe second breakfast.
I’d be a Dark Queen by lunchtime. Or maybe second breakfast.