I like to write about terrible men, horrible things, and unlikeable women. Somehow my book is a bestseller. Repped by Kent D. Wolf at Neon Literary.
Chelsea G. Summers
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I've had "Crazy Train" stuck in my head for the past day, but it's not Ozzy's version; it's the version sung by the band at the Swedish Tween's fine arts middle school. It's less biting the heads off bats and more gently booping them on their pastel noses.
When the letters are finally down, it would be grand to see them repurposed like a Confederate statue in the hands of artist Kara Walker
Aerial PARTIAL view of the anti racist, anti fascist crowd in Belfast right now. City Hall to the left for scale. This - this is the real Belfast. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Parade. Thursday. Manhattan.
Delaney Hall was really rough again last night. Don’t take your eyes off this place.
I am over being dive-bombed by shitting, angry seagulls. Maybe don’t nest in the chimney of a house next year, you avian chucklefucks.
Me with the entire Jonathan Shittington seagull family.
My favorite short-form fashion video creator is back at it with love for Haiti's World Cup jerseys.
Brother had an INDUSTRIAL Singer no less. He's out here freehanding machine embroidery to commemorate the win! Wild.
