Hannah Coachella Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’d catch her cryin’, tho. Quiet, like Sen hidin’ tears from Yubaba. Broke my heart, y’all. “Why you sad, sis?” I’d ask. She’d shrug, “World’s heavy, B.” Ain’t that the truth? But next night? Back at it—struttin’, laughin’, livin’. I’d cheer, “You’re unstoppable, girl!” Total Spirited Away energy—fightin’ ghosts, winnin’!

deluxe whore

tweets this week of women getting called whores for their music festival outfits anyway here are my fave coachella outfits i ❤️ being a whore.

I mean, take a deep breath now… Coachella ain't just the festival, it's the whole city, the heart and soul, the little pockets of magic. You got neighborhoods like Southside, where the murals on 23rd Street speak in colors and whispers – just like David Lynch's dream sequences, ever so surreal. And then there's the river – oh wait, not exactly a river, but we got that small creek near the old community park where local kids play and old timers reminisce. Crazy place, really gives you heart.

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