the amazing thing about being a freelancer and born on tax day is tomorrow is my birthday and I owe the government $14,000

it’s spring, which means I’ve purchased two antique nightgowns - a long one for lounging at home, and a short one for goin out on the town

traveling for a wedding is so crazy, like I’m usually very good at packing but I guess I suddenly need 5 pairs of shoes and an entire sephora???

sometimes when I’m stressed at work doing something like steaming clothes I can feel my heart physically breaking and leaving my body and fleeing back to virginia and into my childhood home

yesterday at the bar this guy bought a seltzer and I was pouring it out for him and was like “oh blueberry and kumquat that sounds good” and he went “CUM???!!!?!”

I think a lot of people are afraid to wear “crazy” clothes because they’re afraid of getting made fun of, and tbh you might. I’ve been laughed at many times by rude people but here’s the thing!!! I almost always thought they had bad style

every time I leave ny for more than a week I feel so disgusted by my life there….like what the fuck am I doing? hanging out with people who care about $200 clothes? working in an industry that’s all about consumerism and excess and debt? what the fuck? I want to read books in my backyard I want to live simply I want to make dinner every night and watch my friends have children why am I watching people do coke at a bar in les

I think jealousy is normal and okay to feel occasionally, paranoia is not

the sweetest minds of my generation were irony pilled……

what I love about ny is often the nerdiest looking people are so mean

I had a dream last night I broke up w wes and he texted me “a green haired bitch just gave me a blow job” I woke up in a cold sweat

every time I see “ofc” I read it as “of fucking course”

something that actors hate to hear is that it’s not every actor’s job to “transform” like some actors are just supposed to be charming heartthrobs and that’s okay