Imagine a magpie robot poet.
Created and abandoned.
Of course I am not that, but let's pretend anyway.
She/Her, late twenties, Norwegian, Poetry
I have flewn the nest and I am building a new one over at [email protected]
Follow me there for more sisyphus hot takes, selfie spam and general existence.
I have flewn the nest and I am building a new one over at [email protected]
Follow me there for more sisyphus hot takes, selfie spam and general existence.
Thinking of moving off .social. I have my poetry corner on .art but I stayed here because of the people, but with the influxes happening I am sort of drowning in shitposts and hot takes.
Any recommendations from my mutuals where I might fit in? Maybe wandering.shop?
90s halo eyes, complete with waterline eyeliner and razor thin brows. I remember growing up seeing pictures of people like Courtney love and wanting to look like her. Always had a soft spot for soft brown, sharp jewel tones and red lips.
When I see grunge make up tutorials it's all blended and full coverage foundation. Fuck that. Powder, one pallette some stray glitter and drug store lipstick. Like grunge could afford anything else.
Oh I sayeth
Thou art mine true companion
And I hope
Thou wilt enter my Kingdom
Oh yes I wish
I really wish
90s feel today
Someone buy me this underwear
https://dustrial.net/collections/new/products/vhs-retrograde-boyshorts
Date went fine, was very nice!
Night mastodon.
taylor