Claire Milbrath. This has been making me giggle all day.
I still have drafts in the dead one. One is an old photo of me smoking, which I mean to delete. (Every time I see photos of people smoking I crave a cigarette. It makes quitting hard.) The rest are text posts. I have absolutely no idea what to do with them. I’ve also forgotten what my dashboard looks like… I’m surprised when I see certain Tumblrs on it as I’d forgotten that I followed them at one point. Someone sent me a message saying that they emailed me, but they must have sent a long time ago as they mailed my old email address that was hacked and then locked (Wrong term?) by Gmail for security reasons. I replied telling them this but they never got back to me. Ghost message.
I just enabled notifications for a little bit and WELP, NEVER AGAIN!
She looks exactly like a girl I know! It’s rather uncanny.
Artwork from The Night They Raided Minsky’s by Frank Fazzetta.
The first time I saw these I remember blushing when I looked at them. I don’t have such an intense reaction anymore and I wonder why.