dirtbag streetcar (opening scene) BLANCHE: well I don’t WANT to ride your FUCKING SHITCAR ANYWAY GOD [BLANCHE throws her iPhone at the streetcar. It falls into the street and the streetcar runs over it. It smashes.] BLANCHE: FUCK (end scene) BLANCHE: [drops a giant bag on Stella’s kitchen table. bottles of pills roll out and go everywhere] Oh my Stella! Stella for star! STELLA: Why do you keep saying that

Are we just friends if it’s your breath on my neck late at night or if it’s our laced fingers beneath your covers? How tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you aren’t doing this for warmth? How many times does your thumb need to brush my lips before we realize that we’ve gone too far?

Hungry. Starving.

use cheap tea. throw 3 or 4 bags into the pot. if you use less you will not get the desired bitterness. make it strong. let it sit for at least 20 minutes or until you forget about it entirely. use a big mug. the biggest you can find. at…

No words, just dance

**Spoilers Abound *** OH BOY do I love these weird teens and their dramatic British problems. This season was just as good as the previous two with even more humour and heart. We got some great character development with basically everybody (including the adults) and they really showed us how…

I have discovered what I think is a potential lesbian litmus test. It is by no means universal, but let’s say if you consider yourself straight and watching this video makes you Feel Something™, feel free to send me a message and we can talk it out. This video activates my raging queerness by getting all my neurons firing at once. I have watched this video eleventy million times and it sends me directly to heaven every single time. I would let this person ruin my entire life and then thank them for the honor of being ruined. That’s how I know I’m gay as hell. And you could be too!

in the shower sitting up in bed in chemistry class, moments before the fire alarm went off. I was carried down the stairs firefighter style by a gym teacher and a friend as 1500 teenagers, teachers, and other staff filed past. Then I threw up in the parking lot in…

I’m old enough to have original Polaroids of myself (see above) My pronouns are she/her and they/them I’m obsessed with backyard birds, moon phases, and strengthening my pelvic floor I only drink iced coffee and water My preferred type of exercise is dance fighting I married a lesbian before it was cool I am [currently] unemployed I love children I only wear comfortable shoes I regret every tattoo I have