Ser Serpas à l'exposition inaugurale de la Bourse du Commerce - Pinault Collection, Paris, août 2021.

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Ser Serpas à l'exposition inaugurale de la Bourse du Commerce - Pinault Collection, Paris, août 2021.
maybe you’ll get a teeny tiny kitty cat who trusts you absolutely despite you being a big, clumsy ape. maybe you’ll spend quality time together learning how to make each other happy and comfortable. maybe one day she’ll lay on your lap and let her little chin rest on your wrist and look so at peace, so blameless, like if you offered her the entire world to choose from, she’d crawl back into your lap again and start making biscuits. and maybe, where there was once shame in stagnation, you can watch her little tummy rise and fall and feel a sense of relief about the passing of time and what you’re making of it: maybe it will assure you that every mistake you’ve made in a life half-lived will still leave room for these brief and wondrous moments of connection, where all purpose is eclipsed by a present and passing pulse of joy, and you’ll be grateful that you stayed long enough to bask in the light.
also maybe the kitty cat is gray :3
cruel of time and fate to impose so much distance between kindred souls….. I will never smoke a blunt with otzi the iceman……….
The layers of illegality at my place of business are staggering. My boss (and landlord!) who doesn’t pay taxes or give W2s threatens to literally beat me once a week. Today she said she’d fuck me up if i couldn’t slice a 10 inch pumpkin roll into 10 pieces. One time I left a carafe dirty overnight and she said that under normal conditions, one of my coworkers would take me outside and curb stomp me. We have 6 employees and are open 14 hours a day. Of course I make minimum wage.
I’m like if a girl was also the worst man alive
I used to have a marginally popular blog and then one day I vanished and I refollowed 1/3 of my mutuals and told no one who I am
scientists needs to figure out how to synthesize a 67° partly cloudy fall morning with a light breeze into a snortAble powder... That would fix it all I think
“why don’t you write more?” “why don’t you quit at the coffee shop?” “why can’t you come visit me 300 miles away?”
from now on, whenever someone asks me a life question, ESPECIALLY if they’re an artist or grad student, I’m gonna follow up with “so does your dad still pay your rent? isn’t that kind of embarrassing for you as an adult? when do you plan on supporting yourself?”