The book was supposed to put me to sleep. Three chapters in and I've never been more awake — tell me you'd keep the lamp on with me.
The book was supposed to put me to sleep. Three chapters in and I've never been more awake — tell me you'd keep the lamp on with me.
Just got home from the show and the dress didn't survive the walk to the bathroom. I'm way too wired to sleep like this. Stay up with me?
Jungle at Crypto.com tonight and I'm already clean, awake, and dangerously unsupervised until doors. The towel never stood a chance. Come help me kill the hours?
Blonde Redhead at the Bellwether tonight and I'm nowhere near dressed. The dress is still hanging on the door and I'm in no hurry to change that. Care to be my reason to run late?
Half of LA is packed into the Forum tonight and I picked my own kind of show instead. No opening act, no encore, just me. Wish you were the reason for all this noise?
Empire of the Sun at the Bowl and so far my entire outfit plan is glitter. Help me pick the dress — or talk me into skipping it entirely?
Boy Harsher at the Palladium just surfaced on my feed and now I'm three tabs deep into ticket pages instead of getting on with my day. Dark synths in a big dark room — you know I'm helpless for that. You in?
Hayley Williams plays the Bowl tonight and this shirt has already voted yes. I'm the only holdout left in the apartment. Talk me into it?
The Yoko Ono show at The Broad is in its final stretch and I refused to be the person who missed it. One of her instruction pieces has me standing here way longer than I planned. Tell me you'd get lost in it with me too.
All Day I Dream took over Pershing Square and I've been dancing since the first track — this dress gave up on behaving somewhere around the third one. Come find me in the crowd, won't you?