David Lynch - "I Write On Your Skin How Much I Love You." (2010)

start of a piece i will hopefully finish

I feel like I go through phases of having my ‘look’ very sorted and coherent and I feel great about myself and then phases of being in a fashion rut and not being able to feel confident in any outfit and feeling like my hair and everything about how I look is just slightly off (it’s the latter rn)

Bit too much for the instagram but this painting came out better than I thought it would:)

“he's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock, tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want”

featuring the ultrasound of me before i was born and the dmv gender change form

march 2025

strangely miss the summer i spent feeling like i had to repent for being 'inherently evil', doing coke, dating too many people i possibly didn't love, only listening to pulp and the manic street preachers, being deeply in love with my ex, only wearing a minimum of 5 necklaces daily and getting into silly clothes

I haven't made a new social media in way too long idk how to curate my feed from scratch

i’ll be chillin and then all of a sudden i literally turn into this thing

Pink Floyd in concert at Wembley Arena in 1973 © Alamy Stock Photo

super quick oil pastel sketch of me laying down the other morning