I just read an article saying that scientists have invented a “libido meter,” which measures brain waves to determine how sexually aroused someone is. Thus ends romance: “How do I love thee? Let me calibrate my libido meter… BWEEP BOOP
BWEEP… 47.363!”
Tuesday
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
