This is a distillation of experience.

I’m going back on birth control. It just dawned on me that my skin has been getting progressively worse since I stopped taking it. I have hormonal acne, which is greatly helped by spironolactone, but not completely. I don’t want to have children; that’s not why I stopped taking bc. I stopped because I wanted to find out if it helped boost my sex drive. (I take two kinds of anti-depressant/
anti-anxiety medication, which, as a lot of people know, inhibit sexual function.) I couldn’t stop taking my psych meds, so the birth control was the only option. (When I’m not on psych meds my sex-drive is through the roof…but then I’m so anxiety consumed that I can’t do anything about it.)

me: in my mind you’re wooing babes every night.

him: not at all…i’m a quite soul…

(sometimes i let it go when people write “quite” when they mean “quiet.”)

I’m barely getting by on heterosexuality.

I just spent 45 minutes reading this blog, which is new to me: http://degrading-state-lunademetra.tumblr.com/.  I’d keep reading but I have to get ready for work. :’(

I played the trumpet in high school and always liked it when people said trumpet players were good kissers because they had strong lips.

Hannah Arendt: older/younger

Aesthetics to cultivate…brilliance.

Nine Qualities of People Who Are Great At Relationships

1. Always offers you a drink upon arrival.

2. Tells you everything, but

Today sucked.  Hung over (again) on my least favorite day of the week, Tuesday.  I’ve had a real fucker of a zit since Saturday, so I’ve been staying indoors.  I got home today and popped it with a blackhead extractor.  I should’ve stopped there, but I tried to fix other parts of my face and now it looks worse than it did before.

martyrd:

A blurry photo of my right leg and cell phone.  Why?  To show you I have both (and provide the first picture for my new blog).

5 years ago. So what.  Look at those effing Birkenstocks.  

martyrd:

A blurry photo of my right leg and cell phone.  Why?  To show you I have both (and provide the first picture for my new blog).

5 years ago. So what.  Look at those effing Birkenstocks.  

Hello Mother, Hello Father
Get me the fuck out of here.