I prefer the ravages of truth to the plasticity of coyly fashioned impression.
There is no room, no curve, no corner to hide self- even in a copse of wooded thought.
Wear honesty’s sweat.
- Sher W
(Me)
@searrachh
Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle

#extradirty
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Andulka
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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Keni
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Three Goblin Art
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sade Olutola
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
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@searrachh
I prefer the ravages of truth to the plasticity of coyly fashioned impression.
There is no room, no curve, no corner to hide self- even in a copse of wooded thought.
Wear honesty’s sweat.
- Sher W
(Me)
@searrachh
saying my name is so intimate why would you do that to me
I'm used to it.
Locked in the cellar of my own heart
Counting down the monotonous days
to meaningful tomorrows
and what would be my great escape.
- Sher W
@searrachh
I’m a convoluted collection of my least favorite memories. These memories- they play over and over in my head like your stupid, scratched Soundgarden record. I can’t throw either out because I find familiarity in the relentless reminder of desperation. Can you be desperate and not know what for? Was it love or was I using you as a tourniquet for my despair? I can’t tell the difference and that scares me. I’m neither a victim nor an assailant. Or maybe I’m both…
- Sher W.
@searrachh
he told me fervency had a price
I was willing to pay
and now persecutory notions fill my head
like my glass, it’s overflowed again
my head
doesn’t always allow me the words to express
but rather indistinct sentiments
shot
as if I don’t have to preserve
whatever it is that makes you love me
- Sher W.
@searrachh
Émotion (1966), dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi
imagine getting this review
I guarantee that Monica at the front desk has not been able to live this review down and her coworkers absolutely bring it up regularly.
If I were Monica I'd print this review out and frame it
Pink fragments.
Sea Landscape.