My Anger Is Chopin

lukewarm coffee. strawberry cake. writing porn on my ancient laptop. this is the hedonist's way

“It’s photoshopped” honestly in the age of AI that has a homey sort of nostalgia to it. Remember when people used to put effort into faking things?

photoshop fakers are like the villain with moral standards now

no offense but check yes juliet kill the limbo i’ll keep tossin rocks at your window

microdosing hell by being awake and literate

hey, does anyone know if tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day, or if it's like. a bank holiday.

this is so late renaissance early mannerism. the controversial male nudity? the lighting and value on the figure of emphasis?? him bathed in light and placed ABOVE while the police are clad in dark and BELOW?? Uh HES HITTING THE CONTRAPPOSTO??

(in love with you) (bursting at the seams to talk to you) (heart teeming chest aching) hey how are you