Don’t worry. This was before the recession. Smiling like this should get you stoned to death today. Also, went straight to cvs and bought a shit ton of retinol masks after this day. LA has a ‘no wrinkle what and who would DiCaprio do’ policy. Tis why I adore and miss NYC and @adriannina . And times of prosperity, milk and honey. And Free Palestine. Day 200
Don’t worry. This was before the recession. Smiling like this should get you stoned to death today. Also, went straight to cvs and bought a shit ton of retinol masks after this day. LA has a ‘no wrinkle what and who would DiCaprio do’ policy. Tis why I adore and miss NYC and @adriannina . And times of prosperity, milk and honey. And Free Palestine. Day 200
Don’t worry. This was before the recession. Smiling like this should get you stoned to death today. Also, went straight to cvs and bought a shit ton of retinol masks after this day. LA has a ‘no wrinkle what and who would DiCaprio do’ policy. Tis why I adore and miss NYC and @adriannina . And times of prosperity, milk and honey. And Free Palestine. Day 200
Don’t worry. This was before the recession. Smiling like this should get you stoned to death today. Also, went straight to cvs and bought a shit ton of retinol masks after this day. LA has a ‘no wrinkle what and who would DiCaprio do’ policy. Tis why I adore and miss NYC and @adriannina . And times of prosperity, milk and honey. And Free Palestine. Day 200
Don’t worry. This was before the recession. Smiling like this should get you stoned to death today. Also, went straight to cvs and bought a shit ton of retinol masks after this day. LA has a ‘no wrinkle what and who would DiCaprio do’ policy. Tis why I adore and miss NYC and @adriannina . And times of prosperity, milk and honey. And Free Palestine. Day 200
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I was 26 when I first found hair on a woman’s armpit. I was Disgusted. Angry. Aroused. The kind of waking only a newborn freedom gives you, Riding a horse, And I mean riding riding In an open field, no fear of pits, One furious pelvis sitting atop of two furious thighs. One hell of a furious freedom. Freedom. Freedoom. The saving kind, The kind I didn’t know until America made me renounce my fidelity to foreign princes, Then offered me her curing arms. You are safe now. Saved now. Feel the warm sight of a cold barrel A coat hanger, a warm bath, and some pills. Who would I be if I could love a prince? All of the them? At once? If I could grow hair on my legs, Never wear shoes again, Steal everyone’s money, Then burn it all. On live tv. A national funeral. Let us cry together until our mouths remember the ache of laughter. Ride a wagon on the 405. Love every boy into a man Love every man into a woman. Cry at strangers on the street Never wake up, Never go to sleep, If I could ask every oneling for a bite of their sandwich, Cross the street a yard away from all crosswalks. A European public peer and a jaywalker. Do I ever wonder. Who would I be if I weren’t so free? #35mm
I was 26 when I first found hair on a woman’s armpit. I was Disgusted. Angry. Aroused. The kind of waking only a newborn freedom gives you, Riding a horse, And I mean riding riding In an open field, no fear of pits, One furious pelvis sitting atop of two furious thighs. One hell of a furious freedom. Freedom. Freedoom. The saving kind, The kind I didn’t know until America made me renounce my fidelity to foreign princes, Then offered me her curing arms. You are safe now. Saved now. Feel the warm sight of a cold barrel A coat hanger, a warm bath, and some pills. Who would I be if I could love a prince? All of the them? At once? If I could grow hair on my legs, Never wear shoes again, Steal everyone’s money, Then burn it all. On live tv. A national funeral. Let us cry together until our mouths remember the ache of laughter. Ride a wagon on the 405. Love every boy into a man Love every man into a woman. Cry at strangers on the street Never wake up, Never go to sleep, If I could ask every oneling for a bite of their sandwich, Cross the street a yard away from all crosswalks. A European public peer and a jaywalker. Do I ever wonder. Who would I be if I weren’t so free? #35mm
I was 26 when I first found hair on a woman’s armpit. I was Disgusted. Angry. Aroused. The kind of waking only a newborn freedom gives you, Riding a horse, And I mean riding riding In an open field, no fear of pits, One furious pelvis sitting atop of two furious thighs. One hell of a furious freedom. Freedom. Freedoom. The saving kind, The kind I didn’t know until America made me renounce my fidelity to foreign princes, Then offered me her curing arms. You are safe now. Saved now. Feel the warm sight of a cold barrel A coat hanger, a warm bath, and some pills. Who would I be if I could love a prince? All of the them? At once? If I could grow hair on my legs, Never wear shoes again, Steal everyone’s money, Then burn it all. On live tv. A national funeral. Let us cry together until our mouths remember the ache of laughter. Ride a wagon on the 405. Love every boy into a man Love every man into a woman. Cry at strangers on the street Never wake up, Never go to sleep, If I could ask every oneling for a bite of their sandwich, Cross the street a yard away from all crosswalks. A European public peer and a jaywalker. Do I ever wonder. Who would I be if I weren’t so free? #35mm
