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Holy shit, I'm so fucking done. So fucking done. So fucking done. I work this hard, and stress myself the fuck out just to get raped in the ass by whatever fucking universal fucking metaphysical galactic powers, I really don't know nor do I care, but just stop fucking messing with my life so that I don't have to fucking panic and cry all the damn time.

Fuck you, world, bye.

I thought about caring about tumblr but really it doesn't actually matter.

When you decide to go back in time and read a long essay someone wrote about you..

"I can’t remember what she said in return. Looking back, I recall an intentional doe eyed gaze saying something reassuring through a stereotypically sweet asian accent we had been using to soothe the tension of the “getting-to-know-each-other” phase of things. The batting eyelashes return, accompanied by cigarette tongue. Our tangled mouths point a blatant finger at our inability to hold long, stimulating conversations at this point in the wild fire. We see that finger and, in true human nature, pretend the bad things on Earth don’t exist. It was a relationship held together by physical lubricants -both social and sexual, but also fear. We cared enough to be scared and to talk about our fear. That’s where our friendship grew. In the terror between fucking and sleeping. Each knew exactly what the other was feeling along the uncertainties, and consoled accordingly. Later we would reconcile the raw fright shared in that moment with a picnic of supermarket sushi, blackberries and a gallon of corn syrup based, iced green tea with Zac, on picnic tables at a park reservation by a river. He was a third wheel who was never alienated, other than for a quickie. If anything he was the axle and the chassis on which we drunkenly steered. He provided a brief reprieve from the tension of looking each other square in the face. Bless his ungodly soul.

He had a proclivity for instigation -our relationship was no exception. He brought us together in June, set wood under a kettle and watched for weeks as we burned a hole through the floorboards. The three of us were the oxygen, the fuel and the spark, trading positions as needed. Each one of us was exactly what the other needed. We lived on the edge of each moment, jumping clear over it in the next. "

It's just strange to think about where we were and where we are, now.

Drinkin' pinot grigio and eating a cheese platter

gymleaderkyle-deactivated201510

spring2000

tank nº7 s/s 2013 “graphic arts” photographed by pierre even

anormaux

mocasia

Edouard Sacaillan

Made smoothies with Sangria, greek yogurt, italian ice, a fruit juice medly, and orange juice. Looks so weird after you let it sit for 20 seconds.

ma-petitemelancolie

Peter Basch - contact sheet features a series of 12 nudes (model Bette Finley) , 1950s

4: zac

#thats a vagina inna heart in case u couldnt tell

I totally miss this bike ride~ eating hard boiled eggs and filming Lulu dancing/singing so hopefully he can get into a show~ :)

horrorharem

nebulons-blog

THEY'RE HAVING A THREE DAY MUPPET MOVIE MARATHON AND ON ONE NIGHT THEY'RE PLAYING LABYRINTH AAAND DARK CRYSTALS. (at the brattle theatre in april... Trinidy and I are very excited)

#cineFEELS as jeff would say

kitschyliving

My one minute film (Body Part 1 of 'Becoming the Beginning') is gunna be showing at a film festival!!!!!~

#too bad it's all the way in easthamption so i prolly won't make it

So, there's all this awesome morning sunshine happening right now, and I'm thinking,'Oh good~ it's so bright, and feels so nice-- it's gotta be warm out.' Then I check weather.com and it tells me it feels like 9 degrees outside. And the warmest it's going to feel today is maybe 30 degrees... I'm just done with you winter, c'mon.

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