Me on this New Years Eve.

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Love Begins

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trying on a metaphor
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@twerkaholic
Me on this New Years Eve.
stalin’s opus
hmmmmm…. perhaps apathy is boring……. & perhaps passion is cool………. being excited about things is endearing……..having interests makes one more interesting…….perhaps mocking and finding flaw in everything makes one’s world less saturated and enjoyable……..hmmm……..just been thinkin about it….
Mom’s Work
Reboot to support this hardworking single mom
i am tall enough that when i stand up in a public restroom i can see over the top of the stall door and stare myself in the eyes through the mirror reflection. i dislike this because it reminds me that i am in there, and by that i mean both my human body and the public restroom
WW2 SIREN
British Sirens warning of an impending Luftwaffe raid during the blitz, c. 1941
“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”
The Alchemy: Salt from Water
I have a new desire to make homemade salt…
Ken Price (American, 1935-2012, b. LA, CA, USA) - Taos Talking Pictures,2000 Drawings: Ink, Acrylics
The truth is out there
元気です
I feel like this is the realest most exposing moment of the 21st century
Overheard on Campus:
A tall muscular undergrad walking purposely toward the English building, talking on the phone in a loud, assertive voice: I’m gunna kill it! I’m prepared! I’m confident! I’m ready! I believe in myself! After a moment of silence, in a much quieter voice: Yeah, thanks, mom. That helped. I’ll call you after and let you know how it goes. Love you.
HELL TO THE YES I would
update:
another update lol
If I ask nicely will people reblog this or do I have to be clever and funny or something too?
black boys in gymnastics would be undefeated
Super human
You didn’t even need the caption fam . We were going to support you regardless.