⚠ Much like us all, this site is perpetually under construction ⚠
Update I:
Coded this website from scratch, I fucking hate footers oh my gawdd.
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Update II:
I love grid displays!
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Update III:
I cannot stress enough how awesome it is being able to design everything exactly the way I want it to be & having my own safe space on the internet. It's unfortunate that this isn't as popular as "traditional" social media.
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Update IV:
Yes, I know the link bar at the top is fucked up, I'm working on ittttt.
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Update V:
Woaw, an updates page! Finally fixed the NavBar so it looks a lot prettier, and added this page you're reading right now! Hopefull I'll eventually write down some more meaningful stuff here, kinda like a blog of sorts for my life but it'll probably be filled more with website schenanigans than anything. Tumblr be damned.
Oh! I also changed the formatting of a couple of pages, so things might look a little nicer across the site :3
[March 16th, 2026]
Screaming Into The Void
Alright, real talk - this whole job hunting thing is really really tricky, especially for someone like me who doesn't have hardly any higher education or experience. I could be forced back to my home country, the United States, and thats TERRIFYING.
I'm watching the entire LGBTQ+ community's rights be stripped away day after day in real time and without a job I'm basically on a ticking timer before I follow suit and become just a statistic in a history book with everyone else. What did I do wrong? What have we done wrong? Why us? Why Why Why WHY WHY WHY. . .
Has the world gone mad???
[March 18th, 2026]
The Blog Update
As you may have noticed, every page now has larger, more readable headers and this page has once again been updated, now with some fun javascript flavoring! This page is officially going to be my "blog" where I write down my ramblings of oblivion. I hope everyone who reads this is doing okay.
Are you doing okay?
Please stay safe.
[May 11th, 2026]
Fairytales
Still searching for a job. I've had a few promising leads but everything has been far from garunteed. It kills me everytime I check the cost of plane tickets to make sure I can afford it if things don't work out. . .
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I wish life was like a fairytale. . . to wake up one day and everything be okay. To be able to live and exist without the need to sell myself to the man. I want to sing. I want to play. I want to live the life that we have all been so robbed of. . .
Is it fate? Is it chance? In universal infinity and limitless reality, why is this the story I'm in? A tragic tale. . .