My entire band is piled into my dumpy apartment listening to Gaslight’s cover of Skinny Love, and we are all crying. Bonding.
Or just slap on that sassy red all day every day.
fignewmans fragte: I barely even have the capacity to pity (◡‿◡✿)
"More girls have been killed in the last FIFTY years, precisely because they were girls, than men were killed in ALL the battles of the 20th century.
More girls are killed in this routine gendercide in any ONE decade, than people were slaughtered in ALL the genocides of the 20th century."
Read that AGAIN.
Hey. They make comics about my emotions now.
Someone needs to go the fuck to sleep.
I do this super cool thing where I convince myself that everyone in my life is only putting up with me out of pity.
I’ve got a fist full of razor blades, and I feel like Kid Nichols.
My name is Kaytee, and I am really good at being sad.
I always kinda sorta wished I was somewhere else.