Me Drawing Yet Another Skeleton:

Me drawing yet another skeleton:

(in anguish)

"the hand bone's connected to the hand bone, the hand bone's connected to the hand bone, the hand bone's connected to the hand bone..."

I saw a TikTok where someone said that howl from howl's moving castle is a nonbinary lesbian and I loved that idea. Howl definitely has that energy, the one change I would make is that I think he's a genderfluid lesbian because he possesses a level of pissyness (in both the book and the film) that only someone who is a man, at least some of the time, can have.

A short list of people who I allow to misgender me:

1. The old ladies at my knitting circle

There is no number 2 it's only them.

I know that the Magnus institute is most likely a fancy Victorian looking building but I was looking at 70s architecture in the UK as reference for a project and I realized that I've been picturing the institute as if it were built in the 1970s, like made from that very specific tan brick with random and unnecessary angles

Like this

Or like this

It makes absolutely no sense but it just feels right to me. I also think it's kind of funny, like the Magnus institute isn't some big intimidating spooky stone building in the middle of a modern street, it's just a crappy looking office building, I think that would be a little funny.

With all the stuff going on inside and the network of spooky tunnels underneath I should rightly be picturing a spooky place, and yet this image persists.

There's one problem with me being the hot girl of the neighborhood (besides the fact that I'm not a girl) is that I don't live in a neighborhood. I live on a ranch, so when I put on my little slutty five inch inseam shorts and my little crop top and I walk down the laneway to the mailbox, nobody sees me except the cars driving by. I just feel like I need more attention. I need to get glared at by an old woman. It validates me.

The best part about going to culinary school is when I come home with food and I text my roommates something like "descend, there are treats," and then they all slowly make their way into the kitchen to have some of the bean soup or whatever the fuck, because like I'm not going to eat it I'm to tired from the four to six hour lab I just did but still I don't have to worry about it not being eaten, it's a perfect system.