mood, pol
Yesterday I wrote something on birdsite about wanting to disconnect from focusing on current events because it made me depressed, which meant even turning off retweets and outright unfollowing people.
Then our "president" thought he'd do something *so cool* that people are now panicking and sharing stuff, clogging my Twitter timeline with doom and gloom, causing me to be depressed again.
One day. It lasted one day before I couldn't avoid it.
I'm so done.
go apeshit. you wanna be a neon-colored psychedelic fuck-fractal made of infinity scottish voles? do it. be a magical girl. be the edgelord chuuni kid you were shy about being in high school. inherit this sinful earth and hammer your selfhood into a shape you feel comfortable occupying. go for fuckin' broke because if I know one thing it is that only the outlandish will save us
music nerdery
So now I have two mixes of the same song, from different versions of the soundtrack.
Trevor Horn just *had* to make it complicated, didn't he?
(aka tonya)
39/pan/trans. she/they.
writes about dumb junk about video games and music sometimes.
your woof friend. may also be bnuuy or kitty depending on mood.