March 2012
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Unrequited Love Poem, Sierra DeMulder (via moonbrains)
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February 2012
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haha omg, of COURSE 11 days before chicago zinefest (which i thought i wasn’t going to be able to get into because it was filled up), i get an email saying that a table magically opened up and i can get in. but i only have like 12 pages for my “even feminist get the blues” zine and i still want to make temporary tattoos! ackk!! lets see how many drawings i can do in 250 hours!
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says she want diamonds, i took her to ruby tuesdays
seabitch:
All the feminism on the internet spoils me because as soon as i go outside i have to be around people who find kitchen jokes funny.
actually completely accurate
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