I was talking to tobiasxva last night about embarrassing old photos and I admitted that there were a few pictures of me cosplaying at various anime conventions. These are actually less embarrassing than I remembered, but yeah, my high school anime phase happened.

The photos from my middle school emo phase are MUCH worse, but I’m holding those close to the chest because that’s the tipping point of my self-inflicted public humiliation boundary.

(Also starring orchidmantid. I’m sorry.)

following last night’s How Not to Court a Lady series, we have an example of exactly the right way to go about winning my affection.

following last night’s How Not to Court a Lady series, we have an example of exactly the right way to go about winning my affection.

goodnight friends, i quit for the night. i’m done.

omg shut the fuck up i hate you

omg shut the fuck up i hate you

strangers should never ever start a conversation with me after 11pm, especially when i have had very little sleep because i am just grouchy and don’t care enough to act polite and friendly and you are just pissing me off, this is not how you get in my pants i hate you.

hahahaha so im having an anxiety thing again not as bad as last time but kinda similar in that it’s because i fucked up taking my medication again and uhhhh yeah so if anyone wanted to try to talk to me about this that would be super i can’t just like…go to any one particular person because i (irrationally) think that i will be bothering someone if i do that so yeah this is me asking for help please???

the ideal outcome was reached.

the ideal outcome was reached.

to send or not to send

to send or not to send

jon woodward style poems (week 3, 13 july 2014)

i’m working on an extended poetry project this summer (and possibly into the fall). i’ll be writing three poems per week, in a different location each week, all in the style of jon woodward’s rain. that is to say, they will all be three five line stanzas with five words per line, no punctuation, and only capitalizing proper nouns. the poems utilize found language and are inspired by the location in which they are written.

this week’s location: house show, carytown, richmond, va.

grey brick and thick steel
beams low ceilings and does
it smell like sharpie in
here to anyone else I
was crushing on you hard

this one’s called Anna and
the heat is stifling my
ears feel like they’re full
of cotton the whole room
is vibrating and i’m bopping

along I guess this is
dancing PJ told me stop
overthinking and I’ll be okay
reminder that I made this
so what can I do

and I won’t get better
crammed back in a basement
with a couple dozen sweating
strangers oh yeah I live
here alright bleeding in corners

I’m sitting on the corner
head pounding and pulse accelerating
I never dreamed is this
really what I imagined my
life would be covered head

to toe in mascara and
sweat writing poems for no
one in my head while
noise builds in front of
me I never asked for

is such hyper-masculine bullshit but
no one’s telling them that
the air tastes like metal
kind of like blood and
everyone is trying so damn

hard I’m the worst of
all concrete dust and overheard
conversations but I can’t hear
over the band and it’s
funny how we stick together

mostly strangers but safer that
way better off to travel
in packs with all these
men it’s a defense strategy
but don’t tell anyone that

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