selfies AND A JAR

and a jar for my fig KAN

words

for those figs

wow such oven

oh god why do i do this meme

adios + that bedroom

more art

yay painting

selfie
also who the fuck is following this blog. show yourself. it's just like pictures now. if you go a page back there's a jillion gifs. and if you go even more back there's some really angsty posts from when I was fifteen. that is actually the whole thing. i didn't even try to do punctuation or capitalization as you can see.
i have a NEW new blog. like I gave up on the poetry thing a while ago, but i have a new blog called "Ariel Kalati, writer." but I NEVER update. i did two posts, one random shit thing and one list of links. i really gotta update it so i have dat online writerly presence that the editors go crazy for supposedly.
anywho. more whenever i need to post another pic to the old Figment.com. read my shit there if you're so enamored by me. Ariel Magic-esi. all about that poetry
anyway.

and here we have the 13 year old tumblr user

she has currently realized her crush won't like her back
and has come to the conclusion that this is the worst thing imaginable...

this is the funnest thing ever; I'm channelling my 13 year old self and her dumbass experience with "unrequited love"

not smiling this time; sorry

and here ya go

idk smiling

potential profile pics

for figment

they found it

hope and disappointment