"I just love the way he leans. He's always closing his eyes, like it hurts to look at things."
becca. california. queer. cuntlove. art.
lipstick as self-care.
what i look like
things i've made
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You are my light, no need to hide
You are my clock, keep me on time
You are my angel, you are my crime
I’ll serve this sentence the rest of my lifeAnd you are the reason I’m smiling when there is nothing to smile about
Yeah, you are the reason I’m smiling when there is nothing to smile about
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i spent today not talking to anyone and painting my nails and watching true blood and arrested development and napping. and tomorrow i’m going to spend the day not talking to anyone and working on my zine and maybe playing with makeup. yup. sounds good.
First day of kindergarten you cried ‘cause you broke the yellow crayon and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You’ve come pretty far. Ending the world, not a terrific notion, but the thing is yeah, I love you. I loved crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary veiny Willow. So if I’m goin’ out, it’s here. You wanna kill the world? You start with me. I’ve earned that.
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femme-ing it up to go see the front bottoms tonight!
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