I’m getting divorced and moving to California to be with my Satanic seminarian boyfriend.
Turns out getting married at 22 without having entirely figured out your gender identity is like… ehhhh as an idea, but like my life is pretty awesome even though I’m sick right now because I’m lying on the sofa in my boyfriend’s place and working on my nano which is really fucked up weird erotica.
My boyfriend took this photo of me and I like it
Lately I’ve just been feeling myself.
At a fancy coffee shop wearing an evening gown, a faux leopard coat, and slippers, one acrylic nail missing, hair wild, doused in Gaultier Classique.
Honestly my twitter is gold and everyone should appreciate it more.
I don’t understand what my sexuality is at all, but it’s definitely really gay.
Shopping list: Crystals, buncha fortune telling cards, shit Stevie Nicks would wear, 2 matching AK-47s (anniversary gift)
…maaaan, dudes would be so sexy if they just bothered with their appearance as much as women do on average… also if they just looked a lot more like women in general… I don’t know what this means about my sexual orientation but probably something?
Sometimes I feel like a really unbalanced character build.
Me at 7:12 AM, not having slept, listening to Johnny Tilston’s “Poetry In Motion” for the fifth consecutive time, wearing one false eyelash, a half unzipped party dress and a fuzzy pink bathrobe: Why am I like this?
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 