I fucking hate Spirit Halloween. Y’all are going to the Walmart of October and acting like it’s a cool personality trait. Give me authenticity. I want a threatening Victorian doll that watches me sleep. Real bones covered in cobwebs. Haunted tap shoes that dance at night. Idk.
Had the extreme pleasure of being featured in
@juniorhighLA
’s magazineee. Photographed by the genius
@pauloctavious
and interviewed by my bffl, Jamie Mooers. Special thanks to
@HoganMcLaughlin
for becoming Babushka Toad and Zack Hoag for audio.
Me laying in one of David Hockney’s pool paintings. Unbothered. Spf 100 rubbed in good. There’s a naked man doing the breaststroke. The gentle breeze makes the ostrich feathers on my mules dance. My drink is full and my skin is clear. Happy Friday the 13th.
Thinking about when my friend and I started collecting oddities (9 ish years ago) and decided it was a good idea to dress in business clothes and go into a dentist office and tell the front desk we are dental students looking for discarded teeth. They gave us 8 teeth. No ?s asked
To all the bitches complaining about wearing a mask: have you not realized that you can lip sync to any song you want and be virtually undetected by the general public????