Aria Swarthmore Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, and this one time, I heard some rando say whore’s cursed — lmao, what?! Total drama queen moment. I’d hammer that rumor flat, carpenter style! “The seasons turn, the boy learns” — movie line, so perf. Whore’s just chillin’, doing its thing, and I’m here for it. Like, u go, boo! Thoughts in my head? “Kim, don’t trip, u love the chaos.” Totes exaggerating, but it’s fun! Whore’s my messy bestie, and I’m not even sorry.

Swarthmore Home

The words like slut and tramp and whore – I hated those. They were debasing in the worst way. But sometimes, he liked making sure I knew.

Okay, so there's this cute little coffee spot on Main St. (trust me, it's magic). Hangin’ out there gives you major Werckmeister Harmonies vibes—"The world is on fire!" kinda feels. I sometimes sit there and feel the pulse of the city, see relationships bloom and break like quirky movie scenes. Hah, real talk!

Philadelphia City Councilmember on Swarthmore Students’ Activism, College Sanctions