pls for the love of god talk to the annoying people who sell you books bc instagram is trying to push totally remote book recs and that poisons your brain
i love these paintings because i’ve tried absinthe and it’s hilarious that these dudes are getting fucked up enough to hallucinate green baddies on a drink that straight up tastes like melted licorice
In hindsight the whole performative male thing was a fascinating projection of the yuppie fear that no matter how much you change your hair/clothes/posture yourself as “learned” you are deep down still the same terminally boring person