Naamloos

the big!!!

id let you throw me across a room if you wanted

These ideas were not all here from the beginning. They are genuinely gaining experience that can be applied elsewhere

rarely do i repost things and especially from shittr but this video is shutting down core partsof my mental processing i think

This is a lot to unpack

“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do

Me at 50: *I’m on 6 tabs of LSD at a bingo hall and try fitting in with catty trans elders by telling some puppygirl that her rizz smells like a Salvador Dali painting of two dragons voring a CRT TV playing an infomercial for nonbinary timeshares.* *She says that’s the sweetest compliment she has ever heard. The catty trans elders whack me with a broom and scream that a raccoon got into the bingo hall.* Such is life in Portland.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), poem 85 from “The Gardener”, 1914 Translated by the author from the original Bengali. New York: The Macmillan Company.

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May her memory be for a blessing.