Self care is drizzling half a gallon of honey down your throat and spontaneously transporting yourself to the Seelie Court where you proceed to dance in a mushroom circle for the next 300 years
that’s called diabetic ketoacidosis and you’re probably in a coma
don’t listen to them, they’re just afraid you’ll find where they keep stashing hozier
ay if this whole website does go down and you really miss me, my art instagram is the same as my url here except dots instead of hyphens
if anyone on this website even vaguely implies that this car is shitty i’ll rip the shingles off of the roof of your house. every last one. Look at the chickens they have little bowties and everything
My first girl scout troop leader did something really similar to this. At the end of our meetings as everyone was leaving, we got to decide if we wanted a hug, high five, or handshake. This was when we were like 5 to 9 years old, so it was also a good way to teach boundaries.
everyone sharing their twitters and other social media in case of this website experiencing an all-out collapse. not me. use the information you’ve learned about me to track me down. piece together the cryptic clues i have left throughout my blog over the years in preparation of this day to decipher the location of our future meeting. i’ll be waiting
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