I really couldn’t give a shit if a corporation has access to all of my Facebook information because if someone can figure out an honest to God way to turn my “liking” Elaine Stritch and McGriddle’s into profit, they deserve it. Have at it, Walmart. Go ahead and add that I didn’t care for Magnolia into whatever manila envelope you have lying around somewhere with my name on it and that I only drink wines with feet on the labels.
Still Life with Hand Soap and Grilled Cheese Flower, 2013
apparently my school made the senior dinner great gatsby themed
because what better theme for a graduation party than the inaccessibility of the american dream
instruments for the ceremonial and metaphorical destruction of patriarchy through phallic symbols
yes let the misandric rituals commence
Hilary Clinton pant-suit rainbow.
Well, this is all I’ve ever wanted.