[bleeding out at pilates] Do It For Her

the dance class water bottle is slowly being customized.

i think this was inevitable.

miserable. "i know i'm just an innie. i can give you a life."

thinking of this. thinking of devon, one of the good ones supposedly, leading terrified innie mark like a baby animal up to a woman that has done nothing but abuse him, to do a procedure that could very well cause his death.

blaming my sticky apartment floor for the sickling, but we learned échappé’s in my class the other day and i like them so much. #balletsky

(disclaimer: i am a beginner, you have to be nice to me.)

i really like this makima panel, and for a minute i considered changing my icon to this, but what if someone thinks i’m a makima fictive? untenable.

sometimes i don’t consume media because it’s plural. sometimes i do because there’s cool sword fights. and these fights are so, so cool.

Blue Eye Samurai (2023)

stealing tweets from my host in lieu of coming up with my own take on severance 2x07.

obviously this is a film about being transgender, not fictives, and the allegory is so all-consuming that it feels silly to even attempt an additional reading. but it really does add a context.
can’t go back. but would you even want to?

I Saw the TV Glow (2024 dir. Jane Shoenbrun)

i did not expect the first thing on this thread to be an album, but here we are. something about the mixing makes everything feel like it’s being played from the next room over. oddly comforting. maybe i like shoegaze?

To See The Next Part of the Dream by Parannoul