My name is Olivier.
I'm a half-Native American boygirl who likes to deconstruct societies expectations of "gender" and "sexuality".
Also, I'm a cosmetologist. Or something like that.
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,—nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
~Samson Agonistes. Line 1721.
British Kitchen Nightmares: “The risotto is overcooked and your restaurant needs new lighting.”
American Kitchen Nightmares: “YOUR STAFF DOES DRUGS ON THE CLOCK, YOUR FAMILY THINKS YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE AND THERE’S A LIVE RAT IN MY FOOD.”
a guide for people who can’t tell the 90s from the early 2000s apart
- if people are dressed in neon, it’s the 90s
if people are dressed in space age metallics, it’s the 2000s
Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything