i’m probably going to hell for this

spotify alert: you have listened to 100 hours of the mountain goats this month. to continue streaming, please submit a note from your therapist.

asking my bottom surgeon to install a NeXTcube

someone had a wild night

would you give her a bite of your grilled cheese? (y/n)

the part of the manicure where all your fingers are wrapped in foil like little burritos

lyft driver hit me with “good afternoon miss juniper” and i could definitely get used to this

going out dancing somewhat regularly lately has been so good for my mental health

seeing roller derby in person is *not* helping with the urge to buy a pair of skates

wearing a glove and helping my electrologist has turned this into an interactive experience i wasn’t expecting

lyft driver took one look in the rear view mirror and immediately put on chappell roan

girl designing a couple flex pcbs, call her polyimideorous

woah dang september already

robotgirl who can’t fall asleep without reading some ic datasheets

should be able to get a tattoo while i’m getting electrolysis, already sitting there getting poked with needles for a couple hours

mr. s? sorry, i think you mean mrs. leather

having a girl nap in the dog crate still counts as body doubling to my ADHD brain

the tragic sorrow of knowing you will never get to experience the 1996 pepsi concorde

dog milk (2%)

we couldn’t sleep, so we built a vacuum former

electroplating play

oh yeah this is gonna work

juni 🏳️‍⚧️@blahaj.rodeo · last wk.

we couldn’t sleep, so we built a vacuum former

we couldn’t sleep, so we built a vacuum former

thinking a lot about the illusion of safety that comes from feeling needed versus the terrifying joy that comes from feeling wanted

petition to equip all birds with tiny prehensile robotic arms

happy dore, dykes

asking a spectator to hold your sister’s leash so you can finish zip tying her to a lamppost

happy dore, dykes

hypnotist on estrogen: trancegender