Arantxa Štefan

Good morning and have a great month.

If it isn’t grass and bricks, it’s my daemon.

If you can’t handle me at my dancing for nickels and dimes, you don’t deserve me at my dehydrating star fruit slices.

Sushi, swill, and coleslaw.

I intuit this sod cutter is malachite.

Dying with dignity was banned in front of everyone from 1961 until 1997.

I almost became a thot, but I’m choosing a different path.

Thinking and going down with the ship.

New fear unlocked: using the term everything else every day, all day.

Breaking: rosemary shortage hits Mandalor; Nerthus suggests buying panties as an alternative.

Harddrive dazed and confused, eccentric energy-stealing demonic entities.

Ordo Amoris Twitter is wild today.

Scientists discover a new werewolf species in my mansion; it can class chemistry with isotronics.

An industrial fire erupts as a Navy pilot, aiming to relieve pain and treat ailments in women—strokes, deafness, menstrual issues—immediately kisses a pack of cards for luck.

You say using technology to pour up a mind-boggling beverage and photon milk; I say understanding emotions, we are not the same.

Mikako Abe inspires me.

Once I attenuate facial recognition, it’s over for you alphas.

A daily chakra check keeps a category breakout at bay.

My hard-to-find trolls wear a bloodstained linen mantle, crown of thorns, and a silver crescent engraved with Hermetic words, Hegelian bullies and unsatisfied yet satisfied, both delicious and free-falling. Welcome!

Price gouging check is on the radar. ✅