sometimes people make cartoons of me. (missing my arm tats but I thought I’d at least pretend to be nice and civilized 😜)
IRL 😊 right now. Posted my very first article/interview online, and it’s getting great feedback already. Love love love. ✨ HUGS FOR EVERYONE
heyyyyy y’all! i have rejoined that beast we call twitter for work, and i want to follow all of your lovely faces! you can find me @ TVTaylorN if you’re interested in the stuff i’m doing. also this picture of a dog has no relevance but i hope it makes you smile!!!
soooo some of you might have seen in my story yesterday but I am now a staff writer for a television magazine company!!!! basically I get to watch advance screeners of tv shows and write about them AND GET PAID. GUYS. MY DREAM JOB. life is finally fitting together (hence this super artsy photo of a ball that came in my Kinder egg today oh yeah I am so pretentious and cool) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Taylor what are you doing I don’t know but here we go anyway -
A year ago, I spent some time in a psychiatric hospital. There wasn’t a lot to do (there’s only so much coloring a girl can take), but there was a sad looking bookshelf in a corner. After first giving in to the dramatic and rereading The Sun Also Rises, I found a creased up copy of Counter Intelligence by Jonathan Gold. I don’t live in LA, never have. It’s a weird book to read if you don’t live there: novel length, probably out of date by now, detailing these hole-in-the-wall places to eat the most out of control food. Every night, I’d read about vicious Thai food and sticky Chinese and the freshest fish. His books connected me to the outside world, that maybe eventually I’d find myself at a place like he described, feeling thankful and rapturous. I had time to be that person still.
Thanks, JG, from the dreamers and the travelers, especially those of us who needed the escape.
#latergram from a great MKE day yesterday - poké 🐠, @purple.door🍦and THE NEW CAT CAFE @sipandpurrmke!! add a bookstore and it’s basically all i’ve ever dreamed of. i made friends with a sleepy ginger named Sylvester. also there’s a cat named Bacon that sleeps in an old tv. 🐈
I am completely devastated to wake up to the news of Anthony Bourdain’s passing. You might know that I’m a huge fan: I have all of his books, and watch his show(s) constantly. I’ve always loved his ability to visit any country in the world and strip it down to what makes it beautiful, beyond politics and religion and even food itself. I watched his shows so much I almost feel like he’s a part of my life, which is why I’m so crushed.
I couldn’t think of a good picture for this, so here’s a repost of my ticket for the time I got to see Tony and Eric Ripert (send all your love to him today).
One more thing. This week, what with Kate Spade and this, has been brutal. Suicide happens. Every day. I’ve been there. There is nothing but darkness and you lose yourself to the tide. I’m always here, my little turtles. You’re not desperate, you’re not clingy, you’re not a burden. Just talk.
god damn it what else can be said