I am so tired of crying on my birthday.
Every fucking year, man.
Really doesn’t make me feel too happy to be alive.

It’s official.
I’m 26 for the fourth time.

We have the most perfect sparkling snow outside right now.
All of these individual snow flakes makes the ground look like it’s covered in large, white glitter.

Nature is a fucking miracle.


if you ever worry that you’re weird, or taking it a bit far as a fangirl, remember that people in ancient Rome used to buy vials of their favorite gladiator’s sweat to wear as perfume. so like. at least its not a new thing.



Frank Sorbier SS HC 14