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hi all I’m just a guy on here. I like to read, write, run, knit, and play music with my band. I love art and music so thats most of my blog. have a good day and don’t be a terf 🤘🤟
Fred R. Conrad, Kindergarten Students playing in the Afternoon Sun, Broadway, New York, 1979
I just need a beautiful woman to tell me that my bizarre imitation of human social skills is alluring and sexy
There Is A Grave Outside My Door
there is a grave outside my door. just down the stairs and to the right—I look away as I pass by, and keep my eyes trained on the light.
everyday I writhe my hands, resist the urge to turn my head, repeat the things that you have said, and remember why there is a grave:
you put it there, you want it there. and what I want will fade away.
there is no body in the grave, it’s emptiness is what I fear. there used to be a living man, coming in to visit here, smiling from outside the door. but now there is a vacant plot, taunting me with days before, reminding me of what’s been lost.
flowers grow from tainted ground, all around my scarlet door. flowers grow where he once stood, a shadow that will keep the score.
there is a grave outside my door. just down the stairs and to the right—I look away as I pass by, and keep my eyes trained on the light.
Sally Storch, Night Stories, 1952
the most important virtues for the young woman are as follows: time theft, selfishness, orgasms, irreverence to authority, sacrilegious behavior, a questioning mind, and eating regular meals.
man. we all really peaked at viva la vida huh.
I have GOT to stop spending $30
full moon tonight
Listen to Corpus Christi Carol on TIDAL
i love being single except every few months when i want to be loved so bad that it eats me alive and makes me physically ill for two weeks but like the rest of the time im chill
Freedom of Speech
Thomas Zhuang: Street Series, NYC #182, 2013
If it’s meant to be I’ll see you later
Well that’s not very in love with me of you