Inside every woman is two wolves. One wolf want long gorgeous mermaid hair. The second wolf wants to just chop it all off. There is also a crow pulling the tails of both wolves saying to get bangs. The crow is the most dangerous.
Our northern hemisphere friends call this the harvest moon. Shall we call it a hunter’s moon instead? Can we pretend to be fae, and join a wild hunt together tomorrow night?
No killing. Only enchanting and captivating. Luring. More and more to our hunt, our longing and theirs.
SAILOR MOON IS ACTUALLY ONE OF THE COOL PIECES OF QUEER REPRESENTATION OF ALL TIME BECAUSE SHE VERY OBVIOUSLY THIRSTS OVER SEVERAL OF HER FEMALE FRIENDS WHILE ALSO HAVING ONE OF THE BEST STORIES OF BECOMING AN EMOTIONALLY MATURE, INDEPENDENT WOMAN
I was disappointed to receive a book instead of requested toy with my happy meal but I’m drunk and Scomo is no longer my prime minister so tonight with a deep breath out I will sleep well
I will still be wearing a mask in public. 2 years of freely being able to swear under my breath and not be told to smile are pretty hard not to give up.