Every time I visit this city, I am reminded why I don’t live in it.
A dream to visit. A nightmare to live in.
That being said I am doing a run of paste ups, I’ve drawn so many new faces, sat in multiple cafe’s reading Naomi Klein, and spent more quality time with my brother than I have done in the past year.
Starting Spring the right way with delicious vegan homemade granola and amazing catch ups with my brother.
Meet me, hang with me, drink with me, cry with me, create with me, come and have a time with me! (at Brunswick)
That time I saw Wil Wagner, convinced myself to stay out all night then get on a 7am train to Melbourne, ended up dancing with drag queen Kylie Minogue till dawn, then stumbled home at 7.30 too many gins in to fathom doing anything else. Nailed it.
Getting up close and personal with unknown houses to pat neighborhood cats.
All these incredible clothes were given to me for nothing but smiles, glitter and chapstick in return. The pure human kindness that was extended at Psyfari has been overwhelming and inspiring. 💗
honestly i hate when people try to sugar coat shit like if you don’t like me or don’t wanna hang or don’t wanna talk to me just fucking tell me don’t keep ignoring me and expect me to figure out the hint like that’s such a bitch ass move i’d rather hear it from you than be ignored 99% of the fucking time.
Cosmopolitan, shut the fuck up about how you have fifty reasons how I can make men happy; I want to know how to make myself happy.