Julien Macdonald Spring 2015
Who even pops baby hairs like that???
I don’t take my choices or my path in life seriously. I’m incredibly anxiety ridden but at da end of da day, I know I could die at any moment and thus I live to stay as happy as possible. I think my brain has lost all power to create its own endorphins and shit because if I’m not constantly pushing that pleasure button with food or drugs or frilly French skin elixirs, I’m immediately in despair. Deep, dark foreboding out of nowhere, like an asshole tailgating me down the road. Like, that’s not going to go away by moving. No matter where I go, even if I made enough money to bathe in Kate Somerville Goat Milk cream every night, I will still fucking hate existing!!!!! Even if I have 50,000 mg of oxy and an upstairs porch with a ceiling fan, I’ll still be me. There’s still no point. I just keep telling myself I have to see what comes next…