Plink, Val, Shovelcat.  Raccoon aspiring to be a Red Panda.

I can’t deal.  I can’t deal.  I can’t deal. 

J’en peux plus.  J’en peux plus.  

I don’t feel comfortable sharing my feelings on here anymore.  I can’t really think of any way to express them for that matter.  

Can I just download an application to extract my soul from my body?  Not that I even hate myself anymore, actually I’m quite fond of myself.  It’s just painful to think of myself or anything alluding to me.  I just need to like restore my mind’s database???  Or someone needs to squeeze my head for me for a while until this stuff stops mattering.  


all my pieces are hung up in my room, adding some more soon


John Galliano F/W 2007


Night Lights by Trevor Young


Small bird of florist

Frauenkirche in Dresden, Germany x


it hurts


The Wizard of Oz by Lorena Alvarez Gómez (Part I)