#Fuck

crying my fucking eyes out over h telling ed the truth about tricia, and izumi thanking ed for telling her too…

EDIT: the archetypal confirmation / the look .

i was born to be a mystic dancer. paid to dance in all sorts of mysterious, exotic, luxurious and erotic venues. financially sustained by faithful patrons, who not only pay for my needs, but generously shower me in my wants. gemstones, jewellery, lingerie, bespoke couture pieces, the absolute best cosmetics, flowers, vacations and rare experiences. i haunt exclusive spots and belong to the night-time. my boudoir is the only place you can find me as myself - no masks or personas. it’s decadent and luscious - decorated in spiritual items, gifts from admirers, lace and silks strewn across the floor, and seems like its own private dimension. backstage, i’m with my girls - sisters, practically - evident in the way we argue and fight endlessly but will always have each other’s backs. of course it’s not all dreamy - envy is rife between us & the danger that comes with the profession is always there. yet, there’s nothing like it. i channel the divine as i swipe powders across my eyelids and press post-orgasm-coloured creams into my cheeks, sequins and beads reflecting the lights into various iridescent colours all over the room, feathers galore - in the form of fans and corset plumage. i idolise icons such as cyd charisse, janet jackson, sylvie guillem, ulyana lopatkina, rita hayworth, josephine baker, evana de lune, selena quintanilla, gillian murphy, gene kelly and michael jackson, among others.

I don’t like being told what to DO

52 minutes for pizza… they are trying to kill me?

LORD GOD GET ME OUT OF FHIS FUCKING CAR ITS JUST MY AUNTIES WATCHING THE SAME INSTAGRAM SLOP OVER AND IVER IM SICK FUCK

et tu, zetterlund?

fucking weird fact about crow even though nobody asked: I cracked my knuckles so much I can’t crack them anymore at all, except for the occasional rare crack of my thumbs and extremely rarely something else😀😀

The winner between imposter syndrome and a deadline will always be a deadline

Tomorrow, I’ll be the most convincing salesman ever, and right now, i am pretending i REALLY like the ideas for my projects 💀✨️

again. turning up a freaken spotify ad rather than hearing the most obnoxious fucking crunching

im so beautiful but my body ruins it

I’ve been thinking about this all morning

yo we’re actually fucked 😂😂

If my anxiety could stop trying to kill me again that would be great.

Thanks.

// boutta breakfast all over hu.dsons tiffany’s if he doesn’t stop looking so damn good all the time

need to be fucked #now

it’s nine and im in bed tired as fuck.. im 28 i should be at the club

if yu have ever been on twitter please be comforted by the fact that none of that was real. its okay. it was all fake and there’s nothing to be scared of. none of it can hurt you.

i csnt lose another friend but i dint know how to help

I love Catra so fucking much, man 😭

i somehow found pete wentz’ freaking dick pic i’m scared someone erase it from my mind i hate myself