Vanessa Walpole Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Typos, who cares? I’m rushin’, man. Whore’s got me hype! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” It’s chaotic, repetitive, but that’s the point, right? Whore doesn’t play by rules, and neither do I, haha! Surprised me again today, popped up in some random sketch, like, “Surprise, motherfucker!”

On the Madonna-Whore Complex of Women in Gothic Literature

Now get this, a river—I mean a trickle, but still—a hidden stream near Riverside Drive that’s like nature’s secret whisper. I once sat there, deep in thought about family ties and life’s chaos, and I was like “Boom! Life is a picture, a Gleaners and I moment.” Crazy, right? I mean, it's as if the scene shouts, “I dig that stuff!”

The Land That Allowed Ken Burns to Raise the Dead