My face is a sun touched pink plane,
with enough gender fuckery and pre-planned retorts to stand my ground in your discrimination.
because of the shame
with a thought lost in translation, and a memory with a full tank
Sorry. Not Sorry.
Goodnight.
Excuse the spam.
And now it’s purple! Except it’s dark in Maine and darker in my house. And purple is pain to photography, apparently. So it’s not really burgundy. It’s purple.
SO THERE.
I think I’m going to go over it with another coat of purple tomorrow.
LA LA LA LA
Sometimes I worry I will meet all of you lovely tumblr folk in real life and you will realize I’m not that interesting. Mostly I just make this face. A lot.
One day I would like to be cast in a drama, taking place in the English countryside. It will be about a boy who looks out the window in a forlorn fashion for the whole film, with a run time of three hours.
Mood Lighting, yo.
I always end up getting ready hours before I have to and then sitting around trying to find stuff to do.
I’m attempting to watch Edge of Seventeen right now… It’s interesting.
But then I was like, “Hey. Fuck you, Snow Day. I do what I want!”
So I’m going to brave the storm tonight with a friend who has four wheel drive.
*fingers crossed*
I haz frosting.