I would like Martin Scorsese to be interested in a female character once in a while, but I don’t know if I’ll live that long.
Crying when I hear Bob Dylan because I don’t wanna fuck up my chance to make an impact.
Crying when I hear Joan Baez because this last chapter of my life was so fucking good and I’ll miss its lush sentence structures.
Crying when I hear The Replacements because I’ll have a cigarette for breakfast and a plane ride for lunch.
Crying when I hear Alexi Murdoch because it’s not just a plane ride this time.
Crying when I hear Joni Mitchell because my parents finally get to see the west coast.
fat babes with fat rolls and back fat and fat arms and cellulite forever embrace all fat babes of all sizes