Also, I justified bringing my markers with me because I wasn’t bringing back two suitcases worth of clothes, just the one.  I traded out all my sweaters, so now I take up less space here.  I also used this to justify bringing back my amazing silly rainbow sparkle shoes.  I will have to post a photo of them, they are amazing.  I can’t wait until I find something perfect to wear them with liiiike a shirt featuring rainbow middle aged aliens and a funky skirt.

The moral of the story is maybe you’ll see some more marker shit and I’ll make sure that skill doesn’t get too rusty to use. 

Sorry that posted twice, I was on mobile with no real signal, in the woods.  

Back in the city now, with real internet, but no real anything else.  

schumie:

keeveet-talks:

obstinatecondolement:

I wonder when exactly it was that Star Trek stopped being perceived as light, fluffy, not-really-legitimate sci fi that ~housewives~ liked and started being seen as serious nerd business that girls had to keep their gross cooties off. 

Also when did the Beatles start to be remembered as rock legends rather than a silly boy band teenaged girls liked?

When men decided they liked them.

(via walrus-queen)

I AM JUST SO ANGRY THAT I HAVE TO LEAVE HERE AND GO BACK TO LIVING ON A FLOOR IN THE CORNER OF A BASEMENT

I feel like I’m just going to aggressively apply for and take the next apartment I tour, no matter how shitty the neighborhood, I just want to BE BY MYSELF and have MY OWN THINGS so fucking badly.  

Trying to force myself to leave here knowing what I have to go back to is intensely difficult.