A new essay on eloquence or the problem of speaking well. I talk about sontag, rosalia, ballet, my friends, beauty, god. A final entry in this year’s series on self & consciousness. open.substack.com/pub/folieimpos…
She seems like a lovely girl. but unfortunately, the name ‘beabadoobee’ will always separate her from greatness. forever trapped in the smol bean asylum
i didn’t care for ed edd n eddy… even at a tender age i had the capacity to recognise beauty and glamour. i could see something decidedly unchic was afoot
holding an alt girl’s hair back while
she throws up and it’s like. Oh okay let me get all the layers. and this overgrown fringe. oh and the uneven front bits