Lizzie Andromeda

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Oh my gosh. I have been bowling many times and I'm terrible at it. The Turtle Snakes would be prolifically bad.

Beautiful!! ❤️❤️

The hardest part of relearning piano on an instrument that hasn't been tuned this century is sight reading a song and wondering if it sounds like shit because I'm reading it wrong, the piano is out of tune, or because it's supposed to sound terrible.

My old hobby room used to also be my office, so I couldn't just close the door and ignore it, because then I'd get fired. Now I have no job and a messy, unusable hobby room. They aren't related or anything, I just think life is silly.

Does anyone else get a vague sense of loss when they see a "you're finally awake" meme? Like they're funny, of course, but I'll never actually wake up in Skyrim. Tragedy is to daydream of things that can never be.

Getting a piano today! Gonna take some childhood trauma head-on and either emerge victorious or a gibbering lunatic. Either way I'll be more interesting.

Recovering from ear piercings has been so much worse than any tattoo. And little children do this! I am weak.

Cuuuuttte!! ❤️

I think about facial laser hair removal or electrolysis often, but remain paralyzed to the possibility that I could have so much more free time. What would a shower be like that didn't always run out of hot water by the end? No one should have that much power.

I finally got a little bit of sleep last night. I woke up feeling like I needed more. I know the signs now, I've lived through it, I'm addicted to sleep 😭

I'm so sorry for your loss. I loved seeing pictures of Oscar over the years, such a warm light in this world. He will be very missed ❤️

Stunning as always ❤️

Ooo a night well spent then!

I got the cutest little bees!

I finally got my ears pierced yesterday. Super cute but it hurts to sleep on my sides, and my back is still itching from my healing tattoo. These must be those consequences of my own actions people have talked about 😭

It took a very long time for me to be able to reclaim Sunday even a little bit. Now it's a day to fuck around and never find out 😂🥰

i adore that Chappell gets shit every time she gets prickly and she refuses to stop going in. she’s got the juice.

Right? Anyone who can stop after a couple drinks owes it to we unhappy few who got into drinking contests with ourselves, like we were racing against the transparent version of ourselves in Mario Kart. Inconsiderate smh

Having ADHD (and whatever else) makes me feel like the Flash. Not in a way that helps people, or lets me run fast (Lord knows not that) but in how I can bounce away from tragedy, from despair, from the unpleasant, in an eyeblink.

But, sometimes I lose my speed for no reason and am forced to walk.

As a former member of the Mormon church I've struggled with Sundays. As an American living under capitalism I've hated Mondays. As a worker I've loathed Tuesdays, exhausted by Wednesday, Thursday still not free.

Two days. That's how many some rich fucks decided were mine.

I steal them all back.

Some mornings I wake up in the sickening state of unsleep. My eyes rebel, my hands are weak, and my mind spins off its axle.

During these times I've learned to write things down because they can lead to inspiration:

Big titty mailbox
Eyes like coke tops
Fish stick Idaho

...this will be great.

I wouldn't hesitate for a second.

And then I just had to go and fuck it up by commenting on someone else's selfie. A brief flirtation with the sex number is all my profile gets. Art imitates Life.

Absolutely gorgeous! Also I feel that in my bones girl!

I didn't have anything particularly interesting to say today, it's been a relaxing Sunday, but I just realized I was at 68 posts so this is it! See ya later losers 😘😘

My super self indulgent transapphic science fantasy novel.

Yes that's right, I'm playing solitaire to unwind. It's not 100% old lady behavior though, I am after all using my Warhammer playing cards with illustrations by the incomparable John Blanche.

I'm trying to "relax" this morning after a week of writing. I hate it. I'm a big cat prowling my cage, a small cat prowling a smaller cage a...I don't know, I can only think of cat similes today. Maybe a good thing I'm not writing today.

Honestly you'd need even more red yarn to really do your tree justice.