So I’m currently drinking a Dirty Lemon Detox, which is literally just overpriced watery lemonade “infused” with charcoal, and when I think back on the long, winding journey that has led me to this point, I blame Instagram. As there is no actual evolutionary advantage of any kind to drinking tiny pieces of rock, I attribute this beverage choice purely to the aesthetic thrill of ingesting a liquid as black as the sudden darkness & chaos of an apocalypse masquerading itself as an “eclipse.”* That is, I feel edgy af and a little like Khaleesi eating horse heart, and of course, you bet I took a fucking pic.
real q: DOES IT GRAM??
real q: DOES IT GRAM??
real q: DOES IT GRAM??
So I’m currently drinking a Dirty Lemon Detox, which is literally just overpriced watery lemonade “infused” with charcoal, and when I think back on the long, winding journey that has led me to this point, I blame Instagram. As there is no actual evolutionary advantage of any kind to drinking tiny pieces of rock, I attribute this beverage choice purely to the aesthetic thrill of ingesting a liquid as black as the sudden darkness & chaos of an apocalypse masquerading itself as an “eclipse.”* That is, I feel edgy af and a little like Khaleesi eating horse heart, and of course, you bet I took a fucking pic.