youre in terrible danger

this is adapted from a conversation i'm having with a friend but showgirl is so neat #ToMe because Poets spends so much time asking "Is my art real to you now that i'm on the brink? if i'm the monster, if i've got edge, if i'm 'crazy' and sad and serious is it real to you now? is my art only worthwhile if it's coming from a tortured place?" and she follows it up with "No, actually, i choose silliness and joy and cringe"

anyway honey supremacy

leaving long term friendships behind is so strange. like. i know your favorite flower and how you like your soda and the exact shape of your face and your coffee order. they’re all etched into the folds of my brain. but we haven’t spoken since june. and i don’t even know what your hair looks like now.

rb with your top 3 after the first listen of the life of a showgirl

If only there was some kind of law the USA could pass to stop people from getting randomly shot with a gun in public. Ah well . My crazy unrealistic dream

Laughing. Laughing. At nothing in particular. Just know I’m laughing.

(Making small talk) yeah I’ve been having some new and intriguing stomach issues lately