mousewife.

i am inebriated btw

also i got my hair done but i don't really like to show my dolls entire face for an arbitrary reason i can never decide on

a photograph of me wearing a mint-green sweater and black leggings, smoking a cigarette. there's a little metal rat pendant around my neck.

this is how i dressed my doll for the wedding

btw this sentiment has absolutely nothing to do with biology because biology is made up

i am a lesbian but some boys are girls

🐶: “Very spooky! A corpse is a dead body.”

waking up in an unfamiliar place always makes me dissociate for awhile

i don't realize how much of my personality is being a strange little animal until I'm surrounded by my family and i don't say a word all day

a very compressed screenshot of the cartoon SpongeBob SquarePants. he is looking panicked with his arms out, underneath a large circular shadow.

i will make a mockery of the cosmos and all it entails..... AND LIVE !

putting spiritual meaning on the movements of the cosmos is so passé

the operating system on my phone just updated and that has a measurable impact on my life so i am tentatively calling this spiritually significant

i am happy to continue being demure and platonic even if it would be really really fun to do something nasty again

today in therapy i said "i think i need cigarettes" and she responded "it's lucky you can just make more!"

a catalog photo of four bottles of envelope moistener, with sponge caps.

🐁💭 heehehe

remember even if she says freaky stuff she's only two inches tall so you dont need to be afraid of her

you might have developed a pavlovian fetish for the smell of cheap hotel carpeting

you will remember this as one of the top three sexual encounters of your life btw

sex can be laying on the floor crying between two hotel room beds and having someone you just met describe the most fucked up way she could kill you (she is laying in one of the beds but the other bed just has leftover pizza boxes and empty whippets)

if a 50 foot tall wolf showed up and started wrecking the city i wouldnt even flip out. i'd play it totally cool

my recent art may indicate that i am doing poorly but im just putting painful dreams on paper and taking them out of my head

my partner has identified this desire in me with the name "squeakross syndrome" 🐁🛋️

a cropped photograph of a black sharpie drawing on plain white paper, depicting two jars with textured twist-off lids. in the left jar is the mouse, looking nervous and uncomfortable, peering into the other jar, which contains three ambiguous and jittery animal shapes. a bunny, a goat, and a possum, littered with scribbles and specks. a speech bubble coming from the trio reads "you left us someplace COLD"

theres a couple of things i should tell you about

a cropped photograph of a sharpie drawing on plain white paper, in a spiral sketchbook, depicting a humanoid girl standing blankly, looking down at the ground with a knife loosely held in one hand. her arm has 5 horizontal self-harm scars, and the knife has some visible blood dripping from it. in front of her, a sigil of a triangular mouse head with X's for eyes and whiskers. behind her is the mouse, looking anxiously up at the scars, with her speech bubble reading "MOM you should RINSE it off"

automatricide ?? 🔪🩸

and in the modern age of payment processors and legislators muscling in on what we are allowed to see, it's a private and separate work of art

i think text roleplay is close to godliness 💭🪽

removing the stakes and structure from tabletop games and instead focusing entirely on being close and writing a story together is so fun and lets your heart prance around 💕

please read my alt text i think i got everything 🐁🎶

a photograph of a plain white sheet of drawing paper, with a visible spiral spine on the left, that occupies the entire space with a very busy collection of things. starting from the top left, a speech bubble sits behind a drawing of the mouse, with her round glasses and fragile little body. she is saying "im like it Samson (bible) was a little faggot.." with two squeaks escaping her on the other side. the worry, a small eye-shaped fairy, hovers beside her. to the right is a thick arrow pointing up, and a shiny cartoon bomb. it's labelled with an arrow and the word "metaphorical" with a smiley face beneath. drawings of keys and knives are scattered around in the upper corner. in the center left of the page, another mouse stands looking down in a cartoonishly defeated pose. her speech bubble, below her, reads "if i... ever cut my hair again my lungs will collapse" to the right of that bubble, slightly obscuring it, is a much more rudimentary mouse, made of quick circles. next, another drawing of her head, and below that, a shaky spiralling segmented rat tail. dominating the center right is a large mouse with thicker limbs and a scruffier body, looking forward in a panic. her arm is covered in horizontal self-harm scars, still fresh with a few drips connecting them. she holds a scalpel across her hands. thick, panicked text hugs close to her body, reading "DRAW ANOTHER CARTOON ABOUT MOM?" with a scratched-out drawing with very little detail discernable acter the redaction. smaller text to the right of the expunged subject says "who? who?" the bottom right shows another bomb, this time upside-down, with an inwards spiral visible inside. it's fuse is longer and lit with a trail of smoke. this one is labelled "metaphysical" with a frowny face.

my god, my god, my god 🔪🩸💣

youre one of the bravest to do it

i am literally going to therapy to modify a part of my body so i will be harassed less

i thought the future would be cooler, etc

all the homophobes we went to school with grew up. and now they work at all the stores and they fill up all the seats on the bus. and they look at me like a big neon faggot sign and they spit acid if im lucky

i am so fucking TIRED of being told i DONT BELONG ANYWHERE !!!!!!