Ohh I love statues, not in the pretentious “postmodernism is a plague to society Roman empire” way but in a queer sensual humanistic way. They capture all of the beauty of nature, people, and rust all while not having a single inch of flesh on them. The way the crinkle, break, and fold is extremely human, but they still are cold to the touch unless touched by something with warmth. Maybe that’s warmth of the skin or warmth of the gaze. There’s something so queer about them. They reflect the epitome of beauty to their creature.
holy freak is the name Young Neil a play on Neil Young….like the musician……am I the last person to notice this.
hey this kind of reminds me of something. Guess who has cancer right now as we speak.
an advertisement drawn by alison bechdel in the newsletter of the atlanta lesbian feminist alliance vol. 16 no. 3, march 1988
The contrasting Pete/Cody edit ideas I have are so funny it’s like
Pete: colorful! funky! stop the turnstile! low frame rate with stars and yellow!!! whimsical instrumentals mixed with fresh urbanism!!!
Cody: 2009.
sometimes a boy is so so girl.
Kainess is like an evil Nagireo…think about it… If Ness and Reo are both similar obsessing over a certain person, then Kaiser is what Nagi might be if he didn’t reciprocate his obsession…there’s a lot of similar dialogue between the two pairings about how one would react if they lost the other, or if the other never came back to them.
Playing DE day 2 and getting an interfacing thought…I believe in the idea that the Coupris Kineema is an extension of Kim, or how he wants to be. Savoir Faire to the max, getting decked out, getting touched by Harry, a familiar Clutch in the way he grips it’s levers. Whatever on earth “supercharged” and “porno tuning” is. It’s Kim’s soul, and he feels when Harry taps the glass on the fuel gauge, also jumping in surprise.
inventing and adopting a new kind of philosophy and label. bear femme. otter femme. just a big hairy femme. maybe even beargirl. matched with another deer in the forest.
If I don’t finish my essay at least the birds will still be chirping. If i fail Econ at least the sky will always get dark and the evening breeze will pass through the trees that are able to sprout and I can touch the flowers that blossom. I can look at the sunset and let my feet drag on the dirt if my GPA dips below 3.5.
I don’t care about increasing the amount of dopamine in my music and my lyrics. I want listeners to question how my work comes together to create sound at all! maybe even gross them out.
Hello I’m Kate (they/them), the multi fandom lavender menace that makes thingymajigs (music) and watchamacallits (other creative endeavors) 18
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