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the angel of death who hunts down those that trespass against him with no mercy.

We don’t always get to choose where we end up. And you might end up in such places simply because you’re committed to the cause.

I’m just saying. Accidents happen. You step in cow dung, and the smell lingers.

I sleep just fine. And I’ve caught a few funky smells coming off you on the field. Then again, comes with the job.

I don’t believe you. A wet dog? Are you sure it’s not just the smell of sweat and perhaps blood?

the first 3 words you see will define your APRIL 😭

I won’t be bothered by the answer. When have I smelled like a wet dog?

I am clean. It’s all the other unnecessary rituals that confuse me. And don’t start, when have I ever smelled like a wet dog to you?

Hm. Sounds like a waste of time and water to me.

I’m better off reserving consistency for things other than scrubbing.

I tried to compensate for all the missed times in a single wash. Seemed efficient.

Exfoliating until the skin bleeds. Making up for years of neglect.

practically grew up with it on repeat Yves's style is — man, that's a good question. I'd say its, a little Bowie esq? alt-rock sure, but glam rock, psychedelic, noise, funk, shoe gaze, they all kind of lump into their style I think?

@ Indian Oomfs what are other big trans-focused orgs to donate to, I only know of sahodari and TWEET. Looking for trans focused or prioritised, not just general queer btw