I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust
Dagger and rose for Ellie today. Thanks again. For appointments in London please email email@example.com
a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.