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@bonerogue
i am 25 now and have been using this account to track my life. i am happy it exists.
“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.”
Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon
I can’t stop thinking about this message, so I spent a while trying to isolate just the writing and make it transparent. I might order a shirt with it
Whoever in Clackamas wrote this message on their bus stop, I love you
[ if you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear. end caption ]
This feels like a @wearepaladin tenet.
I have a really complex relationship with religion, but here’s something positive
some sick names;
francesca, milo, maeve, enoch, pomona, kai, ezra, cassadaga, theseus, hyperion, clementine, tallulah, mathias, oliver, elspeth, edric, sterling, farrah, rooni, oksana, luca
impromptu photobooth photoshoot
july 2019
Things that are Goblincore:
nail polish collections (clink clink, shiny and colorful)
large, comfy, baggy clothing
chunky costume jewlery in big ol wads so you can dig in and grab em with your little covetous hands
junk food
anything microwavable
anything retrieved from the garbage
jelybeans (small, colorfull, make a little chika chika noise when you shake the bag)
gummy candy (as close as you can get to eating worms without being completely stupid enough to actually do so)
being completely stupid
cool rocks in your pockets
anything found on the ground in your pockets really
walking through a nearly empty parking lot past midnight and knowing that you have nothing to fear in the dark periphery beyond the street lamps for you are the most feral and deadly creature that stalks the alleys tonight
sales/clearance racks
old thrift shops that are packed with old weird dusty stuff that you could sort through for days and never see anything
making a big ol pile of blankets and pillows on the floor and just rolling the fuck around on it or burying yourself in it
saying fuck a whole bunch
candles (colorful, nice smells, smooth, F I R E)
fireworks, especially the ones you can hold in your hand and shoot at other people
fingerless gloves
feel free to add more
Ideal partner is one that likes to be smothered by powerful thighs
DJS
Broken hearts are fickle things.
Our memories can be counted on less than one hand,
You don’t even know my favorite color,
You never bothered to ask.
Days, and years came then went in silence,
I do not know how to talk to you.
Are you collecting abandoned families?
Adding us to your list of things to not be touched.
Looked at, never loved.
Did you need another tense living room?
Disappointed child?
You can not miss someone you never knew.
Champagne is Best Served at Black Tie Events
Have you ever vomited into a rusty dumpster?
Staggered into a bathroom? One with concrete floors, mirrors covered by graffiti?
Wondered how you got there?
Don’t worry I have too.
On the nights when the moon is full and your heart is heavy you can find me perched on a patio table - beer in hand, I’ve got stories to tell.
It’s okay - we can go on this journey together.
In places like these everyone is our friend. After all who else will guide us?
Sweaty hands, slurred speech, crooked smiles.
We are ugly, broken promises , shattered bones.
There is a reason the mirrors are covered - we are not equipped for society
us hideous mistaken, us wounded, vomiting in paint covered toilets,
Grotesque and mistaken.
Don’t worry we’ll get through this together.
Draft Two - A Series of Contradictions
i’m glad i never started smoking cigarettes, with every American Spirit lit the words do as i say not as i do wiggled its way around the smoke and out their lips every burnt end a lesson to be better
if only i’d watched them drink, watched them smoke weed, watched them drop acid, because i’m downing shots like i’m made of whiskey i’m burning joints like i’m dying maybe i am dying. rotting from the inside out. shaking and hungry. slowly letting my liver fall into disrepair.
smoking enough to fill an entire apartment with the evidence of our entertainment. i’ve been so high i met god, and seen enough phantasmal sights i’ll never be the same. i wish i’d seen them worshipping at the same temples i now visit each night, maybe then i’d have known better.
May 2018 - I’m about to be 22. Woo.
i love this so much
this the got damn crunchiest bass line ever and i will always reblog this video when i come across it.
December 29, 1926
I am sad to announce that this letter will never reach you.
For many years now you have slept beneath layers of black earth where my postage does not extend.
I wonder how you would feel to know that you are still alive.
Now made immortal by the words you once declared a necessity. What you once lived to do, is the reason we live still.
We have never met, but you know me, know the way my heart aches and soul yearns, the way my words are constantly lost behind my teeth.
Your words stir my very essence.
Thank you for helping me discover what I have lost.
I am still lost, you are helping my find my path. It may not be the same path you took, the same path anyone took, but it is mine nonetheless.
Thank you.
I imagine you sleeping in the Afterlife, dreaming of me, of us.
I hope my words find you, that they may stir you awake, conscious of my effort to walk, to breathe once more.
May they help you exist the same way you helped me.
Current Jams 5/3/2018
1. Drew Barrymore by SZA
2. Violet by Daniel Caesar
3. Sleazy Bed Track by The Bluetones
4. Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde
5. Bloo by Zack Villere
6. I Don’t Disappoint by Jay Park
7. Feature by Jay Park
8. Part Heart by Kate Nash
9. BLEACH by BROCKHAMPTON
10. gold (feat. Dean) by offonoff
11. We Find Love by Daniel Caesar
draft 1
I’m glad I never started smoking cigarettes, after spending twenty years watching them rule my parents lives,
my friends lives,
my partners lives,
i learned my lesson.
how if only i’d watched them drink, watched them smoke weed, watched them drop acid, because i’m downing shots like i’m made of whiskey and i’m burning joints like i’m dying,
maybe i am dying,
rotting from the inside out.
slowly letting my liver fall into disrepair. smoking enough to fill an entire apartment with the evidence of our entertainment.
i’ve been so high i met god, and seen enough phantasmal sights i’ll never be the same.
if only I saw them worship at the same temples I now visit every night, I’d have known better.