Random-thoughts

I mainly post stupid jokes and bad poetry

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And who better to watch the stars fall, than two lovers forever enthralled?

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why are 9/11 survivors such fast readers?

because they went through 85 stories in 5 seconds

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gay person: *punches a homophobe*

me: call that a fruit punch

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for once in my life i tried to have a real-world thought. Specifically i was trying to think about how the hubris of humanity will be its downfall (ai) and about the inherit misogyny of a photo i had the displeasure of seeing but my brain immediately redirected and i started thinking about old man yaoi

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being a gay artist is really hard some times

do you know how fucking difficult it is to make a straight line???

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”we were born to fuck each other one way or another”

-iron and wine

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yall i did the math for my Spotify wrapped and holy shit i didn't realized how bad my addiction actually is

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not to be Irish on main but i fucking love potatoes

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sometimes life is partying with friends and making a name for yourself

and sometimes life is eating a Reese's peanut butter cup on your back porch in the humid dark

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what if we was cowboys out on the open range? An’ we was friends from boy-hood. An’ it was a starry night when we was huddled real close together by a crudely made fire. And you pressed yur arm against mine an’ I didn’t move mine away? what if I suggested us cuddlin’ close, so you’s know we don’t freeze to death in our sleep. And then maybe- just maybe- one thing could lead to another an’ we find uh different way to keep each other warm…

An’ what if the next day we didn’t regret it? What if we didn’t pretend we hadn’t made love? What if we just said it was nobody else’s business?

what if?

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I need the song “my way of life” by Frank Sinatra etched into my soul

listening to it with both headphones on is great because it fills my head to the brim with its fabulous sound but it’s not enough I need this song snug behind my ribs

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Last night I asked the moon if you hated me.

She didn’t respond. The scientist in me says that the moon didn’t answer because she is, by all accounts, just a rock floating in space.

But the poet in me thinks perhaps she didn’t reply because she knew I wouldn’t like the answer….