All I want for my birthday is a big booty burrito.
I ask this not from love, but selfishly—
how could I live? How could I make my art? ❞
Gregory Orr, opening tercet to “Wild Heart,” from The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 20020)
drop the game - flume & chet faker
Excited to finally see one of my favorite artists of..well, ever. May cannot come soon enough
wes anderson movies taught me that fucked up horrifying tragic living circumstances are no excuse not to carefully maintain a cute pastoral aesthetic at all times
I’m learning, still. How many vertebrae your back has, because I’ve never counted any others, and that you prefer to hold my left hand with your right one, so we both have our creating fingers free. Which shoe you put on first. The setting you like the toaster at. How many minutes you let the…