the only swimsuit i own now is men’s swim trunks plus a sports bra and i am going to have to swim in front of my grandparents/parents and no ones gonna say shit to my face and if they do i can do the stupid fucking “i’m a FEMINIST, shaving hurts and i shouldn’t have to pay some kind of ‘letting people see the exact contours of my body’ toll in order to swim!!**!*!*~~*~” but wow i am in sad dysphoria hell just thinking about it
the evolution of the peach plum pear outro; last week i posted two versions of one song and this week i’m posting three versions of one part of one song. in the spirit of inquiry, i also tried making an overlaid version, but some experiments fail, folks.
walnut whales (2002) / milk-eyed mender (2004) / live in paris (2010)
heyyy uh. do any of you. have iuds. what has been your experience, with that
i persuaded myself it was my best option for what i want and then i read someone’s account of getting one that was like HAVING IT PUT IN FELT LIKE I WAS BEING EVISCERATED AND MY BODY INVERTED UPON MYSELF. TWO WEEKS LATER I AM STILL BLEEDING NONSTOP AND I CAN FEEL THE FOREIGN SHAPE WITHIN ME, PRODDING MY ORGANS, WHENEVER I SIT OR TURN. so. uh. now i’m kind of worried
must a sport be entertaining to watch? 