my gf & i beefing cause she thinks the knicks are gonna win the finals
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my gf & i beefing cause she thinks the knicks are gonna win the finals
fake & gay
car failed smog & had the worst job interview of my life
mercado de masaya, 1980 by claudia gordillo castellón
cyclo, 1995 dir. trần anh hùng
stress writing bit my nail so far back picking up dirt hurts
i want to make friends, join a poetry or filmmaking club
i want to find words that don't feel useless or programmatic. i want the truth that is also meaningful i want another pack of che black menthols
up before everyone feeling unsure. doing research waiting for a new world order
https://youtu.be/MXhJKQsmPgc
after going to the archive my dream is now to have an editorial in a lesbian magazine
being gay in amsterdam was better than being gay in oakland, worse than la, better than ny, new mexico is the absolute worst, berlin a bit worse, florida demented, tokyo ok, paris slightly better
didn't need vacation just needed a bath
fine shii tange
our voice of earth, memory and future, 1982 dir. marta rodríguez, jorge silva
the other night i went to bed, my head placed within the fold of my arm. i had a memory of being a child provoked by the scent of my skin - not the baby smell but something like it. my mom used to take photos of me sleeping all the time when i was little. she would braid my hair while i was sleeping then photograph it. i still sleep this same way she captured me but worse. i am a terrible sleeper, seroquel saved my life for many years. but i want peaceful sleep so badly i'm starting to remember being that angelic slumbering child