just thought it was about time to post a self-portrait. an older one, but, what can ya do? -shrug-
just thought it was about time to post a self-portrait. an older one, but, what can ya do? -shrug-

oh my god. thanks mom.

cute toddlers are cute.
(via bbutterfield)

more on the men and chocolate analogy.
So this is my story:
first love, girl breaks my heart, I write an angsty little lezbo lovesong. yays.
PMPB
“One Trip Around the Sun” - Karate High School
I remember when I first heard this song. I was fifteen, I think; my kinda-sorta-girlfriend at the time had put it on a mix CD for me and all I could think was how cute the song was. I listened to it quite often (and I will admit now that this is somewhat sickening).
After the disastrous affair ended (which is a story all of its own) I buried this mix CD in the back of my closet and didn’t touch it for years. But lately, it’s been swimming at the back of my mind. So yesterday, I did a little web-surfing (because I’d forgotten the name of the song and the band) and finally found it.
Oddly enough, a sentimental part of me still finds it entertaining, if not minimally charming. It’s like kindergarten romance, bloomed in a sandbox.
Lastly, if you like this song, try listening to “Zombies Everywhere”. Sandbox romance feel + light-hearted gore.
Press Play. And watch the gif. Just do it.
How do people even
whatYes please.
I think that men, for me, are like pieces of chocolate cake: I will look, and drool, and think about how much I want them. But after I’ve finished a piece, I am only hit with the realization that it wasn’t as satisfying as I thought it would be.