so much of the living, love, is the being unknown

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

supid

supid.

whenever I see photos of people riding horses it feels like a really fascinating niche speculative biology artwork. what do you mean big animal with long hair and smaller animal with long hair are friends who work together. and the little one sits on the big one and the big one goes where it wants. that's ridiculous but I will suspend my disbelief

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

I am the surgeon & I am the patient & I am the technician handing over the scalpel & I am the scalpel & I am the pervert touching themselves in the corner

im swimming at the lake and accidentally kicked a fish. this has never happened in my many years of swimming. sorry man

having a hometown is such a fucked up concept. i grew up here so i do not want to stay here anymore. i miss it when i am away but once i am back i realise why i wanted to go away as far as possible from it. i am familiar with every corner of this place i did not realise when it slowly changed into something unrecognisable. i would probably like to be buried here but i'd rather die than live here

a friend with a boyfriend is a type of dead wife

Why can't you wish someone a single congratulation

one moment ☝️ *pauses the blowjob to start violently coughing up blood*

hey sorry for being so snappish earlier i was in a bad mood. and im still in a bad mood so can you fuck off

(no beers in) So how do you perceive me in the privacy of your thoughts