Last week I moved from a windowless basement apartment to a second floor apartment with plenty of windows and my mood has been improved DAILY.
My husband said the croissants were the best he'd ever tasted and I feel like this is a commentary on something but that silky voice is all I think about.
I check my Instagram DMs and I feel very behind.
What a great personality.
I drift into a sponsored version of an erotic dream in which I’ve been successful in trading and winning daily.
Meanwhile, it’s understandably pretty easy for people to dismiss this as a stunt or a prank but if you start delving into her performance art more and read and listen to her explanations it becomes clearer that they’re all legitimate art works that are hard to describe or define without being there in that moment a lot are based around the experience of the audience not her she talks about how she is often just a facilitator for her audience to achieve certain states.
229 dislikes, has the world gone made or is it just me here, all bullshit and suicidal.
Forever lost in a state of disrepair.
On the back of the door is a sign:
You share this bathroom with only one other guest -
act carefully.
This is an inspiring Message that is over due and well needed no matter who delivers it.
The beds were comfortable,
but my heart was aching.
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Pixel-painting GIF and cut-up poem
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