someone needs to edit wenclair to the tortured poets department asap rn please im begging.
“you left your typewriter at my apartment”???? wednesday??? “i scratch your head you fall asleep like a tattooed golden retriever”????? “but you told lucy you’d kill yourself if i ever leave”???? yes miss i would kill for enid i would die for enid. “this ain’t the chelsea hotel we’re two idiots”???? yes, yes, you’re two idiots.











