I’m gonna be That guy who buys, reads, and posts a bunch of feminist literature but i promise it’s not performative and i am genuinely beyond interested in equality, desire, and the erotic as topics
The shawl by Ozick (short story) or the making of C.S. Lewis (Poe). For some reason. Or an antique english edition of a biography on Theodore Roosevelt that i never finished bc the book was disintegrating in my hands.
Everything is nonsensical lately. My dv counsellor knows i use tumblr. I got asked out by a 26 year old man at my nothing town’s nothing train platform. I passed out from a sudden migraine
Summer is rough because it comes with extreme guilt when you accidentally injure a bug (of which there are MANY). Been apologising to a lotttttt of bugs lately
Also i keep trying to save them if they can’t walk or fly and it never works
(Re)Writing up my band roster rn and i can’t explain my hatred for how almost every contact is just Instagram DM. When will it be socially acceptable to abandon Instagram ……