Punching god in the clit cuz he let me turn 25 in January and all I got for it was unpleasant realization about my sexuality
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I think telling people about myself is much less fun than letting you guess from my tags on my reblogs and posts.
If you *must* know, I'm a cognitohazard somewhere in the wider LGBT community, though i haven't figured out where I fit in yet.
I still own a VCR and VHS tapes, if that serves as proof of my age. I also get violently aggrieved when the grocery store gets rearranged.
You can call me Angel. I go by it on discord as well.


















