i miss the wind... and you

i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm

honestly it’s almost like our generation is set up to be lonelier & more anxious & more insane like imagine already being 20/30-something, the period of your life where you’re expected to be “at your prime”, in the middle of a climate crisis and a pandemic, under late-stage capitalism’s celebrity culture that conditions you to be as likeable & “marketable” as possible, where it seems like every lived experience should be watchable/profitable. & you look at the future you’re supposed to be working hard for & all you see is climate catastrophe meanwhile you scroll down a little & see a skin care ad that’s like “fight aging”. i haven’t said anything here that hasn’t already been said by someone else, but imagine being 20/30-something & normal

desired careers: italian mob wife, giallo film star, rockstar’s muse, “the talk of the town”, 1960s go go dancer, rock ‘n roll groupie, indie filmmaker

The best revenge is a life well lived and also forgetting people exist.

all i need is a billion fucking dollars and a tall boy who will worship me and tell me im pretty