Heather Zerr

Stand up for your morals. Be generous. Speak your truth. Question authority. Inspire with originality.

Would also never turn down a Chartreuse hot toddy. But I'm such a diva about cocktails I would have to make it myself.

Chicago weather got my throat chakra acting all kinds of crazy which only means one thing. Cognac.

I love that I always get stereotyped as a vegan or vegetarian. In reality my food orders go something like this: Oysters (always raw) Steak tartare Steak (medium rare)

As any girl in my position would do, today I'm upgrading my rose petal bath to a rose petal GLITTER bath.

Who else gets offered gallery exhibition in the grocery store??

Woke up overwhelmed with garlic. No wait. It's onion. Guess that's what I get for leaving solitude after 10 days and eating TWO of Pasta Daddy's onions dips.

Pop the Trunk (verb): When someone takes advantage of your kind sweet nature and greatly underestimates your ability to shut down blatant disrespect.

Some people like to listen to podcast. Me? I prefer the Ghetto Nun on YouTube. #PopTheTrunk #AmITrippinorNawTarot

It's no longer a creative bender. It's become more of a creative slaughter house.

Looking through my text conversations makes me think of a past lover who saved my messages on his hard drive and declared he could publish them for millions 💸

It's been the kind of day that calls for an out there movie and Pastis in the coffee mug. #ArtistLife

Spiritual Advisors are like the new office puppy.

Want to be a more powerful manifestor? Stop denying yourself what you crave.

It's the middle of a polar vortex and I'm walking to the grocery for ice cream.

Grateful for every inch of lamb fur covering my body #babyitscoldoutside

My dad is always giving me unsolicited love advice. He told me I should bake brownies for someone and go sit on his porch. A) it's 2 degrees outside B) if I'm making brownies they are going to be pot brownies and I'm eating all of them

Perfect day to crack a cold can of nitro coffee and enjoy The Punisher. Puppy snuggles. Comics. Namaste.

"My Mission, My Men and Me" Title of an actual book but sounds more like my version of a Bond Girl where James is the supporting role.

To whomever stole the box my dad sent on Christmas Eve: I hope you like hippie things. (Weed was not included)

I recently said I wouldn't go to the gym even if you paid me a million dollars. I retract that statement. I really want to be a Bond Girl.