A Rare Commodity

I want a lover who can just look at me and tell I need a hug. A lover who reads my energy and vibe…

Nobody is cute enough to insult or disrespect you. Remember that guys.

Before January ends, I’m going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.

All art is literally just an attempt at grappling with the fact that we have no way of knowing if the minds of other people are actually real.

any and all attempts to translate your lived experience into something tangible to communicate with other people is an acknowledgement that your consciousness ends where your body ends and what you experience as truth must be translated so that what is instinctively known by you can be even vaguely grasped by someone outside of “you” and can enter into their truth

damaged af & still be out here showing love