The Crater
What I remember doesn’t matter, but it’s been 20 years and my memories are still photo clear, and maybe if
Welcome to the luminous twitchy world of writer Elizabeth Barron
What I remember doesn’t matter, but it’s been 20 years and my memories are still photo clear, and maybe if
It hurts me to say this as a queer lady, but my Birkenstocks took me down.
Thanks for glitching out in a place where I landed on something soft, brain.
I don’t know what this means, but it has to mean something.
“In the event of a water landing, you have fifteen seconds to live.”
If I had to attend the Oscars, I would get my outfit at REI.
One lesbian versus 96,000 square feet of Christmas and capitalism – thank goodness we wear comfortable shoes
You’re going to get stuck talking to leaf people.
The only straight thing about me is my bingo card.
If anyone wants to hear my pitch for Toy Story 4, I’ve got it now.