I find it really funny that when ever I’m harassed by a certain person (on Instagram, not here, thankfully), that I end up getting more attention and more followers.
Hiding behind a keyboard and a screen is cowardly and you’re just getting yourself and he who shall not be spoken of in a tangled legal mess. I’m in a much better place now and I’m starting to recognize that things are toxic here. It’s not my friends, it’s the memories that bring me down.
I can’t wait to move. Further west. I have no plans to ever experience another East Coast winter… too cold, too humid. I know where I belong and that place seems to be calling to me with wide open arms.
This post is brought to you by House Panthers. Get your own lil black kitten who climbs in your lap when you sit on the toilet and tries to lick your tattoos off… Mine’s name is Eris!
Oh! And I also got a new statue for my Marvel collection this one’s from SideShow:
x0xo,
☠️-Sid-☠️
