#bailey spinn

[mad-hatter-memes]

                      It's no mystery that my history                                   Is a trail of bodies and blood

[i-put-the-hyper-in-hyperfixated]

i’m so glad bailey spinn went from preppy blonde popular POV girl to alternative musician. it can still happen guys

[archivist-goldfish]

Julia Butters and Bailey Spinn

[baileyrosespinn]

[nunsonthemoon]

Offended by everything and Neutral snap are co headlining a Halloween show next month and Glimmers is opening for Bailey Spinn on their first ever full tour!! Get tickets and go support my friends!!

[lazypeanuthologram]

I can't smile on demand. It is an ability I literally don't have. My muscles didn't develop properly.

When I was born the doctor diagnosed me with Mobious Syndrome. I don't know if I have it. I don't have anything else in common with other Mobious Syndrome people.

I have never seen myself represented in traditional media. Not once.

But two Tik Tokers (is this right? I hope that's right)/ YouTubers have done it.

Bailey Spinn and Ian Boggs both have done at least one short where the main character can't smile.

I ugly cried.

They did them so well and they tackled different POVs and for the first time ever I saw someone like me, albeit because in a sci fi setting people get limited smiles, but still I'm 35 years old, and I just

I've seen characters like me who are agender, or trans, but never one with my disability. And never one with my struggles that come with that disability.

I can't express how wonderful it was to see.

[baileyrosespinn]

aug. 3: gold star loser

I’m beginning to think my headphones are a bit too big and bulky for summer. It’s gotten so hot recently I swear I can feel even my ears sweating. But whatever. It’s not like I’m just gonna stop listening to music. Next joke.

Anyway, you read the date right. The big Number Eight. August. Which signifies the end of summer. There’s something about August that just hits you differently. It’s like… a wave of excitement but also dread. The summer’s ending, but there’s still the last few lingering weeks ahead of you to squeeze everything into. I guess that’s the problem isn’t it? That’s what causes all the pressure. How do you squeeze everything you wanted to do into the final four small weeks? You never do and the disappointment’s so soul crushing. 

I just know for a fact She’s panicking. It’s the same every year with Her. Summer comes and she swears she’s gonna make all these big changes, she’s gonna do something wicked cool, make amazing memories. And then August hits. It’s always fucking August. The realization of “shit… I didn’t do anything.” It’s so clearly obvious what her role in this life is. She’s never the main character, always the runner up. She’s such a joke lol

Meanwhile you open Instagram and this person’s got photos from her family trip to France… eating a crepe in front of the frickin eiffel tower. Whats-her-face has got pictures of her on the beach in a brand new bikini enjoying the hot air, a smile on her face. How do these people get these effortlessly perfect summers??? 

Maybe the end of summer is a good thing though. I don’t know. The end of summer State Fair is coming up in a week. It’s always the biggest event of the year. Everyone in town goes and it’s something you’re supposed to look forward to. They’re adding a new roller coaster this year too called the Passenger. It’s got this double loop halfway through and then zigzags up and shoots you back down. It’s the ride everyone is most looking forward to. And here’s the thing - if you don’t ride it, you might as well write “GOLD STAR LOSER” on your forehead.

Anyway, I saw that… well, let’s just use the name “Secret” in case this journal somehow gets found. Secret is gonna be at the fair… which means everyone else will want to be there. I know for a fact she’ll be there following Secret around, trying to look impressive and get Secret’s attention in some pathetic way. I’ve never known someone more annoying than Her.

Anyway, I’ve gotta go. The air conditioner is desperately calling my name.

[baileyrosespinn]