• she/her, it/its

Pen name: Delila H. Smith (the H is silent). Thirtysomething trans lesbian, snugglemuffin, girlthing. Devil but in like a catgirl sort of way, perennial emotional wreck, too gay for this. Minors, please don't follow.


carrd with social media links (always up to date)
dizzythevoid.carrd.co/

The other night I had a dream where the unspecified place my biofamily lived was about to get washed out by a huge fuckoff tsunami. (Why do I keep having nightmares about flooding.) Our strategy was just to fucking sit in place and wait out the water, while getting submerged. However, the dream immediately specified that there was this factory nearby, slightly into the water -- y'know, where you can usually find factories -- and we were worried about averse effects from the polution, so we drove to the next state over. However, our new destination was also right next to an unspecified pollution factory, and also an active volcano, and then I woke up because I had turned on my fan and pointed it directly at me for some reason before going to sleep.


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