she walked into that studio, popped a bottle of wine, injected a vile of testosterone directly into her larynx, sent a mass text to her fans to go to hell, put her pussy directly on the mic and hit record. 12/10. https://t.co/zHObipm6ot
virginia woolf's 1931 new years resolutions: “to have none. not to be tied. to be free & kindly with myself. sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. to go out, yes—but stay at home in spite of being asked. as for clothes, i think to buy good ones”
Don't want to keep doing this shit that we all fucking pretend is important anymore. Struggling just to survive. Plugging along just to barely enjoy anything from life. What's the fucking point of existing to serve a handful of ungrateful losers. What are we fucking doing.