Crosseyed drunk on the train home 11 pm wednesday uuugaghh
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Crosseyed drunk on the train home 11 pm wednesday uuugaghh
reading about thomas mann’s gay author children is sooo interesting
im studying the ancient scrolls man
Cocteau Twins - Those Eyes, That Mouth
pregaming with james baldwin podcast..
*fractured by an unassimilatable uncanny to which there is no direct access and which cannot be self narrativised thus living a life of avoidance and continuing to refer to it indirectly*
posting face on tumblr is the only platform where that feels like a faux pas but why. Is it the cooperhead molestation implication? its the molestation implication isnt it..
leather night tmrw im gonna get drunk as maybe mother will tight lace for u again
when ur stoned n stuck in the technofeudalism future wormhole. I dont feel so good
im feeling very sensual and beautiful today if thats ok with u.
I was so high last night im struggling to retrace my steps to what was going through my head about hegel and foucalt
What me and jay saw on my hinge yesterday
Radio: It was crushed to bits / And it looked like you and me
i’m scared that when my dad dies i won’t remember his voice
death in venice, thomas mann
death in venice, thomas mann
“A lonely, quiet person has observations and experiences that are at once both more indistinct and more penetrating than those of one more gregarious; his thoughts are weightier, stranger, and never without a tinge of sadness. . . . Loneliness fosters that which is original, daringly and bewilderingly beautiful, poetic. But loneliness also fosters that which is perverse, incongruous, absurd, forbidden.” ― Thomas Mann, Death in Venice