like running full speed into the night.Faceplant in the harsh yellow sand of a blank legal pad with a pen in my hand and a scrape on my arm bleeds a blue stream of words which my pen quickly catches and forms into chords of my mind's crazy music a haphazard dance spinning into deep nonsense with hardly a chance of my sanity seeping through.
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I want to be a human above the body, uprooted and right, a fold
Terrance Hayes, from “Cocktails with Orpheus” (via the-final-sentence)
Posted 774 weeks ago
Why I love autumn
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And I still feel fuckin' lonely.
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Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?
Albert Camus
Posted 775 weeks ago
As a concession to modesty, I will add shorts before leaving the apartment. But just know, I would much rather still be wearing only a flannel and mittens…
Posted 775 weeks ago
Yes.
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