when we were youth, I can’t believe we aren’t best friends with Natasha Lyonne and Chloe Sevigny yet

when I dyed my hair, smart phone on pedestal sink, in the  too-nice-to-afford, my hotel jam, talking to a collab or sister or someone, the red met my face and, yes, I dyed a little, my brows too, NOT ALLOWED, magic eraser my cheekbones out of exist, red all over life