Hello Kitty Is Three Apples Tall? Hm. So It’s A Good Thing?

Victoria Chang, from With My Back to the World: Poems; “The Islands, 1961”

[Text ID: “I want to be loved but I don’t want to open my mouth. / I want to be saved but I don’t want to kneel down.”]

[ 📲 ] I’ll be home soon, then.

[ 📲 ] Pick up any hairballs you spit up before I get back 😝

[ 📲 ] I’m not picking up your hairballs this time around.

[ 📲 ] Do we need anything else before I’m home?

You only want me for my fancy beer 💔

@hcllywoodending I just want it on the record; they made me. I do still love you.

I do not keep up with the gossip… I think we’re breaking up… My connection is soo bad up here… Bye.

Ohh um… You can bring a friend! I don’t know if you accidentally asked anyone 🥲 My head is spinny

We could definitely do a one on one thing! It would be nice to get to know the woman that’s been trying to take my belt 🤭

Drinks? Will anyone be joining or is it a 1 on 1 thing.. I will drag someone along if it’s more of a group outing.

Now you have to go hide out in your hotel room before the press makes articles about a shield reunion

Any of you ever play that game in the mall where you attempt to walk into a store, touch the wall and back without a worker asking if you need something?

That’s how landing in Vegas feels, except the challenge is walking out of the airport without someone askin’ for a picture.

Giancarlo Botti, Romy Schneider chez elle en France, 1974

Elizabeth Taylor

Toni shifts in her seat, legs coming up until her knees are level with her chest to make more room. She balls up the robe, putting it in her lap and gently pulling at the feathers. "It's all to be timeless, Timeless!" The accent slips in to accentuate her words.

Her gaze shifts between the movie screen and the man sitting beside her. When she feels eyes on her, she turns away in an attempt to not make eye contact. It's not like she wouldn't like to, she's just afraid of how it would make her feel. Sitting close together is nice enough as is, especially when she feels the blanket shift beneath them when he moves in closer. Toni suddenly perks up, leaning over Joseph to look in her bag. "I have snacks." She falls back into her seat, a snack size bag of Doritos in her hand. "Oh- Sorry- My bag was- hm." The noise she makes has her shut her mouth. Sometimes she forgets it's not like that anymore, the comfortability of it all makes it feel natural even when they're not together.

"So, how's training going? I'm glad you made some time to hang out." She digs an elbow into his arm before opening the bag of chips. "I know you've been workin' hard to get back into the ring." Toni tilts the bag towards Joseph, inviting him to have a snack.

who : @rockhardjuicerobinson when : april 17 where : florida . daddio farm

Patches of grass and gravel crunched underneath Toni’s boots as she looked for a spot to set up her blankets and snacks. Most of the good spots had been taken by others who had arrived earlier than she had, so now she was completely determined to find a spot that was good enough.

She had brought ‘pigs in a blanket,’ as explained to her by Liv. Cocktail weenies wrapped in crescent dough — It was an easy recipe she had learned when she first started being invited to shows and their subsequent after parties. It made a good first impression. They were cheap and easy to make, and everyone seemed to enjoy them, so somewhere down the line they became a staple for Toni to bring to events.

The weather was cold for it being May in Florida. Sixty degrees is not ideal, but it’s times like these that Toni is grateful for being partnered with a clothing brand. She was dressed very comfortably, an animal print hoodie hung loosely from her frame, SPLX branded sweatpants to top off the cozy outfit. Her hair was still curled from Dynamite the night before - albeit pulled up haphazardly so she could put her blankets down - and her face was stripped of the dramatic red lip she had become known for.

A ‘Trader Joe’s’ branded tote bag was dropped onto the ground in front of her. She pulled out a large blanket to lay on the dirt, another to wrap around her shoulders. While making her way outside, Toni managed to throw a couple of snacks and drinks into her bag. Thus, with a ‘thump’ of her landing butt-first onto the blanket, she had firmly planted herself in a spot where she would stay for the rest of the night.

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Sibyl Colfax, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf