Jan 12
1/4/26
i think all men lose their sense of whimsy before they turn twenty.
boyish, grown-out hair becomes a clean cut coated in perfumed pomade
the dainty glasses that once framed their darling faces become square frames, adding angles and contrast where none were needed
every man seems to trade in their perfectly fitting jeans and cable knit sweaters for sweatshirts and cargos eventually
don’t they know how to love themselves?
how to defend their masculinity? how to grow up and stay genuine?
perhaps they will never know.