She cut off the tattoo of he ex’s name, put it in a jar and mailed it to him.
when does the talent end…
Like wow. i mean damn. Like what
a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
yup, the Libra one is pretty accurate