The relentless incarnations of one man !!

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The relentless incarnations of one man !!
Dating can be like tournament chess
If you’re the deadest person in the coffin you need to change coffins
This hotel room is like a coffin with amenities
there’s no shovel emoji. no dirt mound emoji. no open grave emoji. they don’t want us to express ourselves
Haiku, Alex Krokus
In denial about using tumblr. enjoying tumblr
When I die
Put me in a box
Put the box in a hole
Fill the hole
With receipts
love is real i saw it once outside my window and it stopped to look at me but kept on walking and i thought it’d come back but in the end maybe it was just passing through
file under: things that make me so crazy
I never leave comments but for this I couldn’t help think of Nature Boy written by eden ahbez and sung beautifully by Nat King Cole as you know, which ends..
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return"
when they say “you’re hot” but kafka said “you’re the knife I turn inside myself” like do better
Divine Mugisha by Anna Daki November 2022
this is the best thing to happen to twitter
Anthony Barboza (American, b. 1944)
Harlem, New York, 1968
Gelatin silver print
Tropic of the Sea (海帰線) // Satoshi Kon
Sun Moon Star, by Kurt Vonnegut and Ivan Chermayeff.
“As a poem, I asked myself if I was going to weep today.”
— Terrance Hayes (via sagmoonn)