When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin. It works not because it settles the question for you, but because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air, you suddenly know what you are hoping for

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When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin. It works not because it settles the question for you, but because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air, you suddenly know what you are hoping for
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Do you ever think that the blood you donated are now hardening someone else’s boner?
Iris Flowers and Grasshopper (c.1830-31)
Katsushika Hokusai
this print at amazon.com
If I punch myself and It hurts, am I strong or am I weak??
my bedroom
I think about this post a lot.
there’s something about sitting on my bed right now and listening to music at 05h42 that’s so melancholy beautiful and somewhat depressing - maybe because i’m listening to cigarettes after sex (Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby) in the mid light of my beatles lamp. it’s so bittersweet. how time passes. and its never gonna go back, i made a mistake by not writing this work before. but it’s okay, because it is my fault. i remember the feeling of being in some friends room when i was a teen (sometimes i really want to go back to those years- even though they aren’t so far away from me they will never come back) and it was like it is for me now. lonely notebook music. the way the song comes out of the little speakers is somewhat nostalgic. interacting with your own universe in your mind and in your things, creating. i’ve been feeling really down lately. bad about time passing by. scared of losing people and things. everything is changing very fast. i am changing very fast.
i feel so much sometimes that it seems like im not fit to live in this world.
i want to regain something that i’ve been losing. something that is mine, and mine only. authentically me. i feel a knot in my throat.
Kids wanna be teenagers, adults wanna be teenagers again. Everybody wants to be a teenager, except teenagers
one of my favorite poem titles
Sandro Botticelli. The Birth of Venus. 1486. Tempera on canvas.
this headline just delights me
“smol bork”