blonde hair, black lungs
wandering eyes, conjuring hands
having a customer walk up to me at work looking for a price check on something her kid wants and saying to them:
"look they wear nail polish, there’s nothing wrong with it"
kinda just made my day.
hey i’m looking for an alien too
spending the afternoon cleaning my house and chanting “in just seven days I can make you a maaaaan” thank you world for listening
Stereoscopic of a woman visited by a ghost from 1869.
I feel this
Dive into the unknown spaces of your Self
a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
yup, the Libra one is pretty accurate
THE ARIES ONE…
loneliness is a very strange creature. i’m happy that for a while now i have not seen it as a negative trait. in the past, lonely times were always very difficult to deal with. they were always times in which i felt as though i had to find a way to not be lonely. that if i forced myself to be around enough people constantly i would defeat my loneliness. that if i found a mate for a certain amount of time, regardless of whether or not i actually cared for them or they cared for me, that i could drown loneliness in pleasure. that if enough people were reaching out to me that my perception of loneliness was just a chemical imbalance in my head and i could refuse to take drugs and that battle i would force myself through would compartmentalize my loneliness into such a small box that could disappear for a while and i wouldn’t have to face it again until i was ready to deal with some part of it or until it fell off the shelve and scattered around the floor.
i’m not happy to be lonely. but i’m comfortable with it, and at times i enjoy it. i’m excited that the feeling of loneliness can act as bridge to other parts of my mind that i do not often explore. i enjoy that i can put many different masks to loneliness and that these masks allow me to draw inspiration to write, to read, to pursue projects, and to keep learning the many different ways of loving myself. i like that loneliness allows me to escape into fantasy so easily and effortlessly and that the world around me that i so often become bored with can slip away like a the chill of coat that you leave on the floor after walking around in the cold. i’m amazed by loneliness.
but there are times; when clouds are grey, and i haven’t had much sleep, and i miss home, and i have too much work ahead of me, and i’m too apathetic to freak out or throw myself into a manic work frenzy, and i can’t sit out on the beach and listen to the water and the wind play with one another or take a nap next to a body, where i would really just like some hot chocolate on a snow day under covers, that i wish loneliness could fulfill the vacuum loneliness itself creates.