Carrie Brownstein is one of the most magical, whimsical, and perfect creatures on our small planet.
Dare I say it...too perfect?
Her entire existance straddles the line between reality and fiction.
Is she a rock star? Is she an actress? Does she even exist?
Her ability to change form and outward appearance seems absolutely unending.
Her musical prowess can destroy hearts...
...and apparently defy the common law of gravity.
Just don't ask the former Sleater-Kinney and Wild Flag musician "What does it feel like to be a woman playing music?"
Carrie doesn't have time for that nonsense.
She's too busy being a complete boss.
Her tweets are both insightful revelations and raw poetry.
The same could be said of her facial expressions.
*this is an insightful revelation*
*this is raw poetry*
She studied sociolinguistics in college, which sounds completely made up.
Her makeout sessions look like rare works of art.
Strange and beautiful art.
Her friendship with Portlandia co-star Fred Armisen is suspiciously perfect.
Seriously, someone make it stop. It's too much.
No mere mortal could sit next to Annie Clark and not instantly crumble into nothingness.
And yet, there she sits.