Could be worse! Think I’m defs taking out this angry peircing and hiding scars with dorky reading glasses for a bit.
Nick reminded me of this saying and now I’m seriously considering getting it done on my tum.
I painted my vest black with dollarstore acrylics the other day — and now it’s kinda stiff and weird
but it makes me feel sassy so fuck it!
Today consisted of making muffins, taking selfies on the roof, biking in the sun and spit rain to various dumpsters, being shy of roommates, making a big pot of vegan curry lentil mush, drawing and staying in from hangout times to think on things.
Going to sew and watch movies tonight and enjoy this wave of feeling way less dissociated then usual. :)
Am I cute yet, it’s spring god damn it people come mate me