• 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/

A few nights ago I had a dream that I was driving out some generic part of the hills around the town where I live, going to obscure shops or something; I had to be careful, however, because of the potential for an explosive reaction between "methane and ammonia." (That's bleach and ammonia, subconscious, and the result is toxic gas, not an explosion.) The methane was depicted as these crystals which even in the dream I was aware looked like chunks amethyst; the ammonia was depicted as piss, because of course it was. Then suddenly it turned into a nightmare where I had to drive to avoid the lava flows; the dream-logic concluded that there was a risk of my home getting destroyed, and I was so worried about my computer and stuff being destroyed that I woke up.


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