Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.
Sometimes you start to have bad thoughts after you find yourself working out with an attractive dudefriend and then you have to say to yourself “Self you are in a church and you need to stop that”
it’s 1964 I’m on a balcony smoking a really long cigarette and some lofty music is playing I drop my martini on the floor it breaks and 5 men scramble to get me a new one
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LOOK AT THIS BABE
yooooo! what a babe!
Oh my goodness.