SEPTEMBER
A wriggling, itching, scratching sensation
SEPTEMBER
A wriggling, itching, scratching sensation
AUGUST
falling, pushed, and falling again
JULY
Transient. Shifting. Moving.
JUNE: A narcissist and a disruption
MAY
A challenge, a deal, an opportunity
APRIL
a friend, an alarm, an echo
MARCH
The third instalment. A legacy, an institution, crumbling and forgotten.
FEBRUARY
The second of twelve images illustrating 2023. They're a guide, a friend, and just as surprised as you.
Aesthetic wrapping papers anyone?
More of a stream-of-consciousness more than anything.
I recently graduated and haven't found work, and everything I've applied for I've been rejected from so yea idk not feeling like I have much to offer anymore
JANUARY
The first image of twelve to be revealed in 2023. The Brett Calendar has been an ongoing project for several years, and after much heckling, has returned for a final time.
Why is today literally Thursday lol
Reblog if you’re a little gay and a little sad tonight
is tumblr still a place to post things?
During the 1980s, more gay men died in New York City during the AIDS crisis than all recorded deaths of American soldiers in Vietnam. You need to know that.
448,060 vs 58,220 btw
That’s a goddam order of magnitude
Emily Hampshire as Stevie Budd singing Maybe This Time I’ll Win