Coachella was a full week ago but I’m still riding high on its madness. As much as the music and the surprise guest appearances make Coachella what it is, it’s all that fucking free-spirited, flower crown-wearing, dancing in the polo fields, intoxicated by life and love and recreations with my favorite dude and my best friends bullshit that make it just, everything.
All hack master starrykitchen needs is a corner store, Oreo cookies and a half-baked idea to make a mind-blowing dessert.
I don’t even care this is sponsored, I forever love Oreo’s social campaigns. And this dessert looks bomb.
HYPNOTIZED BY COACHELLA
Photo by: Andrew Boyle
like, why don’t I own this NOW. Need for Coachella.
Adam Pally’s shoes. This is a wardrobe appreciation post for whoever picks out Peter’s outfits in The Mindy Project.
Coming down from the sugar high that was my week on the HOLYCHILD tour
The Holychild Tour thus far has been wild. I was mildly seasoned enough to recall that time moves differently when you’re on the road, but had forgotten how quick it feels yet how slow it goes all the same. By day two it had already felt like I was out for weeks, though each day’s length runs through in a breeze. I’ve been working to the core of each day and this experience has been a growing and challenging time I’m thankful to have. I drove a tour van by myself through New York for example, something I never thought I’d willingly do or even be capable of handling. I haven’t had much time to stay connected to anyone or anything outside of my work bubble, realizing only tonight, on Day 6, that I haven’t physically spoken to anyone outside of work in a full week (remedied tonight by a few phone calls). It’s also both strange and liberating to be days behind on internet and pop culture sensations. My usual existence is commonly contained in front of a computer screen, but now my days are breathing and stretching. Living with the bare minimum can feel maximum.
A strong independent dog who don’t need no man
ughhhh I can’t deal with how much I love her.