Plutokin

my mom keeps sending me this same picture of miss piggy behind bars every day of the quarantine

i've only had two shifts and i already want to quit my job

Reblog if you're on team "don't touch me without my permission but if you have my permission please never stop touching me"

my mother is so interesting bc i told her years ago i had rlly dry patches of skin on my hand and she went "oh yeah you have eczema, we've known since you were a baby!"

and then when i was filling out medical records last year she was like "well you never got diagnosed with eczema, eczema cream was just the only stuff that would work"

and recently it got so bad she thought it was a rash and then went "what? yeah, you got diagnosed with eczema as a baby. prescribed cream and all."

anyway. she bought me eczema cream and now its fine

having a very much gender crisis. much different from the other gender crises i have had

The best thing about being an artist is that you can draw what you want. Until you can't draw it. Then it's horrible being an artist.

you'll change your name or change your mind

and leave this fucked up place behind

(but i'll know, i'll know, i'll know, i'll know)

i wanna be on the funny side of tumblr how do i get there

seeing queer vs q-slur discourse on tumblr in 2022 -> me slamming my head (softly) into a wall