our queen's latest publication is a short, sinister body horror love story. testimonial:

obsessed w her (me)

nothing like getting an ingrown toe nail the size of coit tower ripped out then eating a bagel in the park w my bf

little tiny fucking dogs in tiny fucking sweaters ALL over NYC. we r so back

dogs must be so confused when they go to the airport

if i were to found a cult, the deity it would revolve around would be LaGuardia Airport. something spiritual and otherworldly is happening here

If LaGuardia is heaven, EWR is purgatory and JFK is, obviously, Hell

i am at the airport

omakase is baby / serf