I think “Here’s 20 bucks to spend at a thrift store, no cheating” would be a very fun Met Gala theme and I simply do not know why I am not in charge of these things
My child has started writing raps and while I love her and applaud this development I wonder if she lacks the years of life experience the form demands
Sure the jacket’s a distraction but it’s like if they were panning across a Nazi death camp, and then cut to an actual Nazi *giggling* - obviously the camp is the bigger problem but the giggle makes it clear just how fucking sick these people are.
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
But that's just
the kind of plum-eating bitch I am
And you knew that
when you married me (shrug emoji)