Mainly Being a Saga of Ongoing Art Histrionics
No sugardaddies. No sugar mamas. No sugarbabies. Full socialism in romantic relationships. There are only sugarcomrades.
don’t dress for the cyberpunk dystopia that you have, dress for the cyberpunk dystopia that you want
god, you know there’s something to be said for two weeks of straight misery
in that it feels really, really good when the other shoe has dropped and you’re not waiting for it with eyes that are so full of sand from crying for weeks that you can hardly see (more time in my glasses than I ever wanted, hurray)
that being said I’m exhausted still and I need to just be on my own for a while and actually process what has just happened to me.
I dunno how ~social~ I will be able to be because I am just so fucking tired of sharing my goddamn feelings with people.