I once visited b*rd c*llege and walked in on a boy wearing gloves a blindfold a mask and headphones under a blanket in the early evening. I asked what he was doing and was told he was trying to “trip out on melly”
im still haunted by the memory of a woman who ordered orange syrup in her cappuccino, took a sip, scrunched her nose, and said "I don't know what I was thinking, but thank you anyways."
She sat there and drank the whole thing..i offered to make her something else, and she said, "I am living with the consequences."
why does everything that makes you less tired make you more anxious and everything that makes you less anxious makes you more tired. who came up with that one
new york city bravely asks the question what if you put the most independent beautiful and successful women into a society where they are negged about every fibre of their beings in the wokest ways possible
I love eating. I love looking and feeling like a woman. I love having a BMI in the 20s. I love nourishing my body and feeling Venusian. Anorexia nervosa is not a beauty trend, it is a serious illness, but the sudden aestheticization of underweight bodies is. And as the fallout from things like the Jeffrey Epstein scandal demands mature feminine wisdom — women thinking clearly, using our discernment and our voices — the aestheticization of bodies associated with arrested development and a disorder that literally shrinks the brain should worry us. Frailty is not femininity.
eating a shrimp burrito alone in mccarren park at 1 am and reading tweets. a youth is circling idly on a skateboard. honestly can’t think of anything I would rather be doing