i am THIS FUCKING CLOSE to 2K followers
I mean given this whole “every time I get online after a long hiatus, I seem to have gained 10 followers and then immediately lose 15 after reblogging and talking about racism”
but still
THIS FUCKING CLOSE
THAT BEING SAID
IF I REACH 2K FOLLOWERS
THERE WILL BE A SURPRISE
THERE WILL EITHER BE
A) a cooking video
B) a ranting instructional video on free speech and the first amendment
C) a new chapter of vexations
SO WHICH IS IT, BITCHES, VOTE AND GET PEOPLE TO FOLLOW ME.
A conversation we have
at least once a day:
“Do you love me?”
“what type of question is that?”
‘The kind that needs to hear the answer I already know”
“Yes, I love you.”
“How much do you love me?”
“More than there is sand on the seashore.”
“what am I to you?”
“You are my sun. my moon. my stars. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
The hedgeknight tolerates his princess’s incessant face making in her magic mirror.
…ish.
Sometimes it’s less tolerance and more confused bemusement.
“I have never claimed to lack vanity”
—Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel’s Avatar
tonight is the night
that you remain secure in the knowledge
that I am the best that
you
have
ever
had
and the future
will only hold heartache
if it occurs
without me
Who needs final exam grades
when you have
Perfected
your thousand yard
“Fuck me”
stare?
pictured above:
an unapologetic shit show
not gonna lie
i am in the midst of a drunken photoshoot
that is the epitome of realizing that
bad life decisions
are the ones that you look back on
and cherish because
of the eventfulness of fucking impulsive tragedy
it’s 1 am on a saturday
where is your child?
she is, in fact
making popeye faces for the camera
after getting shit faced
and also eating the most fucking delicious savory fig and leek panna cotta
on the face of the fucking planet
ISN’T SHE BEAUTIFUL
SHE KNOWS SHE IS BEAUTIFUL
THE REST OF THE WORLD IS UNWORTHY
