I've compiled a new zine with fifteen pages of poetry, prose, and some weird dreams I had in order to 1.) put some words out into the world for the first time in a long while and 2.) going through school and not working left my wallet a little light. Like, zero gravity light. It's... Continue Reading →
Attack of the Photo-Blog: Altered Valentine’s Day Cards (now with more creepy love from yours truly!)
My name is Constance Ann Fitzgerald and I'm addicted to Disney Princesses. There, I've said it. I'm 26 years old and I still have to talk myself out of purchasing all kinds of trivial items because there is a big fucking Cinderella painted on the side. Or more recently a Belle teacup. I NEEDED it... Continue Reading →