Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.
Exactly what it says on the tin but more safe for work than I'd like it to be.
The compulsive rebloggings and random thoughts of a queer, intersex, feminist, filthy-minded, post-college fandom nerd and seamstress in Chicago.
Body, sex work, asexual, queer, genderqueer, poly, dis/ability, chronic illness, etc etc friendly and rather vulgar.
If you want my not work safe thoughts, hit up Tums Spelled Backwards.
If you want my Harry Potter geekery, try Owls From Last Night
Also, I contribute valuable things to fandom