Tomorrow I will mold my day to be a good day with my bare hands and the world is mine and I will have an awesome time living life and I am full of love and I will get my spark back and I will be like the plant that grows through concrete
Kristen Doute is the female id; the hysteric, the witch, the siren, the crazy ex girlfriend, the archetypal unbound woman. When she drinks she enters a state akin to a trance, a bacchanal. I believe she feels what the Ancient Greeks felt during their pagan rituals under the moonlight in front of a roaring bonfire. She’s the oracle of Delphi high on fumes from deep underground. She’s the bpd girlfriend every guy discusses with terror, the type who black out runs from you on a trip to Paris convincing passerby youre an assailant just because she thought it would be funny. Her libidinal energy knows no bounds. She fucks. She reflects back at us our own shadow impulses. She’s chaos reigns. Of all the original Vanderpump cast she showed us every wound and I think that repulses and titillates. It’s ugly at times, she hurts people, but as you watch you’re convinced she was made for this. #vpr
i think if there is one thing you must insist on being in this life, it is sincere. even at your expense. even at your own detriment. you just have to be sincere. there is no other way.