Which is your muse? Plath, Lana, or both?
“Charlottesville started a snowball effect.”
“Being on this podcast made me feel like I fell into some weird Loony Tunes wormhole.”
“If you ever bring a black man home, I’m throwing you through that window.”
“My grandmother made Christmas ornaments from dried apricots and sugar cookies that she baked with her own hands, a creation upon a creation. They were all tiny women, and she gave them dark hair like us, which felt like a gift to me.”
“Maybe New Orleans is like a drug, an opium-induced dreamspace.”
“It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine because, no, it’s fucking not.”