love being drunk and just saying things

turning 31 means accepting a sort of biblical ruin to your sense of what is worth suffering over

all adventurous women do.

one day i will have to stop pretending Coldplay doesn’t fill me with beautiful gay wonder

second only to the razor noises in hanging out

i stayed for azealia but my languishing rage was making me constipated

i have been using my 0 following twitter the past year to look at national weather service forecasts and in that time, my purely algorithmic feed became pure schizo ai bot slop, ghoulish cultural right wing death culters, 10 year old katycats, and azealia banks

if you speak to the void, the void speaks back