Every Night At Like 2am I Convince Myself That I'm Covered In Bugs, My Teeth Are Falling Out, There's

"what's ur snap" shut up ask for my number you fucking loser

textile

Cultures/periods: Chimu (?) Chancay (?)

Production date: 900-1430

Made in: Peru

Provenience unknown, possibly looted

Textile fragment; cotton plain weave ground with paired warps; camelid supplementary weft patterning; feline figure; cream and black.

British Museum

beep boop homework robot. its 1:30am and i get to go to bed. i started my day at 8:30am. i have had about 6 hours of homework time and 6 hours of class today. in ONE DAY i have talked about and/or worked on the following… passato prossimo, hijras, whatever happened in my discovery class, native american gender frameworks new and old, two spirits, depictions of androgyny and genders beyond man and woman in hinduism and other religions (christianity actually (kind of)), a brief history of muslim tajikistan and their civil war, the difference between fun and pleasure in regards to militia violence, and finally, political unrest in morocco. HOW am i expected to remember all of this… it has been ONE DAY.

terrible dream triple feature in one night. chipped my tooth, a strange sex dream and then the worst, my headphones broke!!! all of them felt so visceral too. like damn i cant even find peace when im sleeping.

its crazy to realize that 80% of my mood is determined by the weather. the most terrible soul crushing stuff can happen in the winter and i am torn apart. but when it happens in the summer and its 75-85 and sunny out im like whatever its too nice out to be sad ^_^

oddly attracted to Philomena Cunk

the word “yap” has been beaten dead into the ground and overused since a year ago at this time. lets let it go, its irritating. on hinge its like “dont go out with me you dont like someone who yaps a lot :3” you could just say that youre annoying

i have shared too much online tonight im becoming what i hate