Remember when I said I’d be posting regularly again?
hahaha. ha. Good times.
by the way, das my girlfriend Katie! She’s great.

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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if i look back, i am lost
dirt enthusiast
Not today Justin

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@open-and-closer
Remember when I said I’d be posting regularly again?
hahaha. ha. Good times.
by the way, das my girlfriend Katie! She’s great.
MOTIVATION
GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN
DAB IS BACK, TELL A FRIEND
Thankfully, it wasn’t broken.
BUT POKE'MON THO
That’ll teach ‘em to file a noise complaint with the RA.
A brief overview of what a Unicorn can be in a polyamorous relationship.
It’s best to do a lot more homework than this before going hunting, and if you’d like me to expand upon a particular topic or question you have, send us an ask!
Holy butts, so many notes and lots of good questions in just a DAY! Thank you!
Keep the asks coming and I’ll try to compile some of the common concerns into a future update.
Healthiness is super hard, guys.
Of course, being healthy isn’t about fat or skinny. I started working out because when I do, I feel more confident and agile- the artist life of sitting at a desk all day doesn’t exactly do wonders for my preexisting health problems.
With some help and positivity (and a lot of avoiding eye contact), I’m able to go to an actual gym without a panic attack! Yay me!
Good Morning <3
How We Met, Part 1
Welcome to the sometimes-sexy exploits of me, my boyfriend, and his girlfriend.
How We Met, part 2. The End! Kinda! Not really! We have so much more to share! But this is just the start, circa late 2012.
Part One: http://open-and-closer.tumblr.com/post/101817316579/how-we-met-part-1-welcome-to-the-sometimes-sexy
The sometimes-sexy exploits of me, my boyfriend, and his girlfriend.
February has taken a toll on us all.
“But I’m just a fraction of the coldest part of the year! You only hate me because December and January crushed your spirit first! And I have Valentines day! and I’m Black History month!
You know what you did, February. Don’t act all innocent.
slugs, bees, and birds
How do I know I’m poly? that I’m a twitchy queer sub switch?
It’s in the way that I light up when I meet new people. The way that I want to jump into them with both feet so much so that I bring along the most buoyant, stable life raft I can find. We leave so early because he is uncomfortable. I am comfortable because I know we might have to leave early.
If this feels like playing games, sorry
if this feels like I’m taking advantage of your hospitality, sorry sorry.
All I can do is bounce and stomp a bit, say that I wanted to stick around to play with the new toys. I only know what I want when I can’t have it, otherwise I might get it just by asking. A thought asked is never fully fleshed out, it is just to see what would happen. If I stop to think for a moment, I will stop to think for days.
Him in his fake army fatigues, me in my comic book leggings and leather jacket. The rebel and the square
But if we stay any longer I’ll have to smoke more or drink more or do more to entertain you and inevitably that will mean getting naked and the parts of me that fear exposure are already carving out a cave in the hills far, far from here.
So I will go home and drink the tea he gave me, shower the cum from my hands and breathe deep the steam.
Call me the Greyhound Queen
Manically stretching out wanderlust dreams
Break up the party for all those spare dimes
Twelve hours to Chicago for just seventy-nine
There's a good reason he stays up till 5am every night...
Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes.
a girl who lit my cigarette with fashionable clothes and full makeup, while I’m standing there like a jackass with no makeup, jeans, and a robot t-shirt. (via hellohellobrooklyn)