trying to be a better goblin one day at a time. that doesn’t mean i’m not gonna swear like a fucking sailor at times. i like prog metal, rock, screaming into the void, and being a feral little shit. my therapist tells me she struggles to read my emotions. slowly moving away from most social media, overconsumption, and the capitalist system that encourages and enables violence, ye ol racism, transphobia, homophobia, abelism, misogyny, copaganda, etc. if you know me irl, 1, good fucking luck, 2, love you pookie (and you, the very pretty mutual whom i associate with the colour purple).
if you’re a think you’re a cishet man and decide to follow me, congratulations on your newfound gender reassignment! you’re now a woman! if you are not ready to transition, go away, lizard’s gender reassignment services will remain here for when you are
also if you’re a minor, please go away, i’m scared of you and there’s better places on this godforsaken app for you than my blog
goblin yapping for general stuff
goblin bites for feral horndog shite
goblin reads for writing, reading, books etc
goblin screams for those venting situations that maybe could be triggering or something. block it if its gonna cause grief to have me talk about it
xx, Lizard
p.s., the pfp is alexandre dumas, solely because i live for that saucy lil smirk
