Sports. What’s going on with them? Can I purport to be a lover of the world & a seeker of knowledge if i know nothing of sport….I must go undercover with the ‘bros’ and investigate myself

I think ive tweeted this exact paragraph about my vape dying

4/20 I stay indoors and pray the rosary. while stoned zombies walk the streets & spread their evil I cry and I pray....

so comforting how universal these sweet social interplays are…..in new york, in auckland, in bangkok, throughout time and space, one twink k-holes in a bathroom while the other tries to locate him with telepathy & echolocation

Well, i am a pretty curious person. They tried to send me to questions rehab and after six weeks of detoxing i was released, only to immediately overdose on interrogation laced with inquiries

There is no literary it girl. It is an effigy to scapegoat, the devil you point at to blame for the inexplicable currents of today's taste, the projection of a high school bully you envy for her in-crowdness. But shes not real. shes your shadow self.....

cracked phone, chipped tooth, strange flu, craving the taste of beer. when you protect your PEACE, the demons of CHAOS draw to you like flies to ROT…..

Listening& learning.

When you move with compassion & kindness the club will part like the red sea to aid you through your k-hole……

Pretty much everything these days is about feeling left out & making it everybody else’s problem. thats why section-mindfulness is a stepping stone to nirvana…not every section will serve you

i am 24 now, so it is my godgiven right to wag my finger at the belligerent children on my lawn named strange things like ‘chappell roan’ and ‘camilla cabello rebrand’, to reminisce on my porch with my dying wife about 2013 electra heart edits on tumblr

everywhere you go you take yourself. and it is NOT a fucking lie.

I am going to subtly undermine somebody this evening. then disseminate devastating lies about somebody else. My principles & ethics have gotten in the way of my drinking for the last time

1,2, 3, 4, i declare a slut war

ettiquette tip: a bump from a stranger should not be so small as to be ineffective, but not so large it visibly affects the contents of the bag. this is featured in my sequel to Class with the Countess

Really, when a critic refers to your work as quietly devastating, it is a euphemistic way to call you a pathetic friendless virgin loser, and—even worse—derivative

In the eyes of every gay boy i choose to befriend, i see an incessant ache, a endless void that cannot be sated, a deathless propensity for self-sabotage & le epic failure, & a slight psychosis

A secret language known just to one.

actually an incredible read