heart problems, brain problems. no particular order problems.
my name is dani, i'm 23, and i live in new jersey. i write books and i write about music for the aquarian weekly. i have a pet rat, and a dead bat in a jar of formaldehyde. i like rock & roll, teeth, bones, ouija planchettes, tarot cards, vials with stuff in 'em, victorian mourning customs and artifacts, velvet, and crystal doorknobs.
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who’s tryna text me while i try to fall asleep?? send me your number. not on anon, unless you just want weird fucking pictures texted to you.
"it’s like a rain dance, except in front of the microwave while my pizza rolls are in there to ensure none of them are frozen in the middle." - my mother walked into the kitchen as i was happy-dancing over food. again. i thought i should explain this time.