RIP dolly.

sick of megachurchoids beelining right for me and my sinner outfits outside public events. you are not the wheat, you are the tares

wonder what would happen if i stopped lying to medical professionals

haha oops

day 5 of not chewing the shit out of my lips. this is taking so much willpower

trying not to chew the fuck out of my lips, day 1

happy eclipse

kinda apathetic about food but i did just have some amazing bruschetta

my mom says i'm the supergenius child until i tell her a rightoid facebook rumor isn't real. then i am a foolish naïf who knows nothing

they can't keep getting away with this (selling us FIVE 90s pop tarts for the price of TWENTY-FOUR 90s pop tarts)

just gotta lock in. just gotta lock in

mutilated the cover of an issue of bookforum to put a flower print on the outside of my junk journal

junk journaling...junk journaling

wishing my traumas were more marketable

passed a silver fox on the way home (not the animal)

spending a summer afternoon drawing so much unpostable garbage. 20 years later and i'm still the same dude

when will the top shortage end

obon festival curry had me believing in the future for a second

i should've gotten on the pornographic commissions train before genAI made it leave the station forever. coulda made so much money

pool washed off my sunblock :(