Anna Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

bein’ a *whore*, all flirty?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

The curious immune cells caught between worlds