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WHO’S GOT A TAMPON? I JUST GOT MY PERIOD, I will announce loudly to nobody in particular in a women’s bathroom in a San Francisco restaurant, or to a co-ed dressing room of a music festival in Prague, or to the unsuspecting gatherers in a kitchen at a party in Sydney, Munich, or Cincinnati. Invariably, across the world, I have seen and heard the rustling of female hands through backpacks and purses, until the triumphant moment when a stranger fishes one out with a kind smile. No money is ever exchanged. The unspoken universal understanding is: Today, it is my turn to take the tampon. Tomorrow, it shall be yours. There is a constant, karmic tampon circle. It also exists, I’ve found, with Kleenex, cigarettes, and ballpoint pens.


My favourite thing about Amy Lee is that she was the touchstone that connected everything I love about music together. All the artists I love now are ones that I know about because they influenced her or can connect back to her. Everything from trip hop artists like Bjork or Portishead to grunge/90s alt rock bands like Smashing Pumpkins, Tool, and Hole to piano singer-songwriters like Tori Amos, Regina Spektor, and Amanda Palmer, even to all the artists on this blog. I can connect them all back to her and her music. I feel like I owe my musical identity to her.

When you’re an artist, nobody ever tells you or hits you with the magic wand of legitimacy. You have to hit your own head with your own handmade wand. And you feel stupid doing it. There’s no “correct path” to becoming a real artist. You might think you’ll gain legitimacy by going to university, getting published, getting signed to a record label…[but] it’s all in your head. You’re an artist when you say you are. And you’re a good artist when you make somebody else experience or feel something deep or unexpected.
—  Amanda Palmer, The Art of Asking

Relationship goals = Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman’s unicorn of a non-monogamous relationship.  

“I want to live and work alone. If we get married, do I have to live with you? 
 No, he said. Will you marry me?
Do I have to act like a wife? I don’t really want to be a wife. 
     No, you don’t need to be a wife, he said. Will you marry me?  
If we get married, will we be able to sleep with other people? 
     Yep, he said. Will you marry me? 
Can I maintain total control of my life? I need total control of my life. 
     Yes, darling. I’m not trying to control you. At all. Will you marry me? 
I probably don’t want kids. 
     That’s fine. I already have three. They’re great. Will you marry me? 
If I marry you and it doesn’t work, can we just get divorced? 
     Sure, he said brightly.” 

-The Art of Asking, Amanda Palmer


I can’t recall if I posted a photo of me on here or not( I know I have on my other tumblr).. ANYYYYWAYYY~ thought I would show you guys who I am. :3 I loved this photo from 2015 when I did this for a high school photo class. I took some looks and the gender-less/ both gender look from Amanda Palmer and David Bowie. ( I was wearing a steampunk corset too that you can’t see and gloves). PLEASE feel free to always talk to me, DM me, etc! I love you all so much and since I run this fandom loving blog, I thought I would make it a little less scary and add a friendly face to it! :3


He said, “Drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke
Eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that hay-soos broke–”

This is grape juice and cheap vodka, man! This isn’t even wine!
I’m smokin’ shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime

This is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil joke!
Sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat


And when they put me in the ground
I’ll start pounding the lid
Saying I haven’t finished yet
I still have a tattoo to get
That says I’m living in the moment

Ok, I have officially made myself sad, goodbye