Look-wise orthodoxy is just a glow-up All Stars version of Christianity.

Like one of those Ru-girls who sold their soul in their season and are finally back to show how money can replace therapy

When I keep myself from the phone for long enough, I start sensing a void of truth deeply inside. Sometimes whispers terrible things about myself.

Today while washing dishes it told me I didn’t love Björk as much as I claimed I did. A glass shattered in both shame and relief

Respect to that actually

bonjour

So they say nudes work better here. Just checking

That’s also where I got that sass

The strength that spasms your jaw.

Soon available with flavours of poppers and peppermint Smint

For big boys solving mommy issues in the darkroom

The chopped mango at the counter looked at me with disapproval and condemn. 1.5 euros more expensive than the unharmed mango next to it. I froze. I imagined the pulp sticking to my hands and the peel I remove before cutting, turning mango into a yellow slime, or after. Praying for fingers.

I spent 20 minutes explaining to a Dutch doctor that I'd been nauseous after eating

She nodded while tapping smt into the computer. Then she looked at me and asked, "All right, what's nausea?"

The floor cracked open, and I fell as she watched me sink into the existential abyss, with an empty face