I Got A Name

As is probably apparent to those who check, I’ve moved on.

And, as always, am trying my best to continue to do so.

I’ll be making a new online home (for personal, professional, and creative purposes) in the near future and intend to treat it and myself better than the negative emotional entrenchment I engaged a little too long while spilling and cherishing lifestuffs here.

Please, be well.

We all deserve a little better.


P.S. If anybody cares to find me, then feel free to drop me a line. I’ll gladly share my new address (with some) once it’s ready.

"Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness."

— Alejandro Jodorowsky  (via 24ribs)

(Source: necroluste, via 24ribs)

I miss talking.

Starting to strongly consider retiring this blog.

Disappearing has a very sexy look to it.


Can’t stop eating vegetables.
Can’t remember how to sleep.


Is it because she’s a happy indigenous girl who’s not dating a white colonial man like the only other indigenous Disney princess Pocahontas did?

Is it because her sister Nani is happily dating an indigenous bloke who my sister wants to nominate to the king BAMF of Disney…

You know? Fucking word.