one thing about me is I love brutalism. I love concrete. I love not living in a house with cardboard walls and I love looking at a building and thinking this imposing boy would survive a nuclear war
Trasnlation: Hi, I wanted to inform you that, indeed, you didn't eat, in fact, you fasted, you starved. Your work was to break it, and you fixed it. You didn't serve, you took away the plate. You're not a mother, you're an unidentified concept.
Is there a reason you don't get more notes? You have amazing art, are you cancelled or something and I shouldn't be following you? Genuinely concerned. What is wrong with you?
. are you blaming me for not getting more notes is this what is happening here on this day !
I wish butch n femme balls existed. Not to b a fucking sap n a massive dyke but wow. Ugh even. Just wanna wear a gown n stilettos n have my honey greet me w a bouquet before we leave n we wear matching or complimentary jewelry n spend hours on my hair and makeup to impress. N then when we get there my honey will spin me around the room for a brief dance before grabbing something to drink, wine for me n whiskey for her, as we chat w other dykes n celebrate butchfemmeness. Or whatever