dion. 29. san francisco. bartender/artist/waste of star-stuff. i am afraid of enclosed spaces, going outside without sunscreen, and music that came out after the nineties. I like sewing, science fiction, science reality, and spooky stuff.
For some reason I’ve been wanting to post for you guys a picture of me like this, just my day-off/at-home self. No makeup, no bra, pajamas, (with wine stains) no editing or filter. I don’t know why I felt like doing it, but here it is.
just walking to the star trek convention, nbd
[dresses, leggings (right) and scarf made my me!]
Here, have a thing of pictures of my new coat from Abbyshot! It’s not cosplay, I just want to be more like Captain Jack.
okay, just one more. this one is really embarrassing. Me, the underage lingerie model in a really dorky trench coat.
i’m just going through old pictures. I don’t remember ever looking this goth. It was the day I got my stupid septum pierced. It’s funny you forget what you looked like before you looked the way you look now.
this post is especially for crumblybutgood who asked about my art
you know, that thing i don’t do anymore?
[you have to click on the pictures to see what they even are with the stupid photoset thing]
also known as A Cautionary Tale: Russians Might Make You a Dress With Your Face On It
you guys want to see a picture i’ve been keeping a secret?
this is when i was working for the us geological survey on the sf bay estuary project. we were scooping mud from these marshlands to test it back at the lab. i never posted this because after this picturewas taken i got stuck waist deep in the mud and every time i moved it got me deeper in, like real life quicksand, and it took two men to pull me out, and i am claustrophobic like woah so i had a really bad panic attack in front of my colleagues.
and that’s why this picture was secret. but i thought you’d want to see me in waders and USGS coveralls.
