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Molly. 23, white, Kemetic pagan.

K@waii + fashion + fandoms + vanity + ~*~sjw shit~*~

Agender. They/them/their/theirs/themself.

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Really though, each of us is a whole person.

Our “wholeness” is not determined by our relationship status, by our genders (or lack of), or by our ability to fit into a cis or heteronormative mold.

We are each unique and whole and powerful as we are.


*sees a dog* *gasps loudly*

tuxedo mask: in retrospect i should have trained in skills other than throwing roses really hard and accurately
tuxedo mask: but at least let me have the fact that i am very good at that
sailor moon: no

Help Me Pay My Medical Bills


Hello everyone! I decided to make my GoFundMe page a tongue-in-cheek homage to frivolous fundraising efforts, but make no mistake, I am purrfectly serious

As you may know, I am severely ill and unable to work, and facing up against treatments that will cost thousands of dollars out of pocket. With no source of income, and limited insurance coverage, this is the only way I will be able to receive treatment any time soon.

Whenever you’re going through a bad day just remember, your track record for getting through bad days, so far, is 100%; and that’s pretty damn good.

—My amazing friend (via pain-is-temporary-keep-fighting)

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.

—Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices  (via gllob)


girl: come over

me: interior crocodile alligator

girl: my parents aren’t home

me: i drive a chevrolet movie theater