feelin glad feelin bad
my brother brought me a lot of soup and oj and things because i am very sick w/ cold and in return i made a lot of “proxy mom” jokes but none of them really got the recognition they deserved????
The 7 Train
New York, NY 10001
No matter what time of day, every single person on the 7 train is in a deep sleep or stupor. Feel free to cry as audibly as you want on this train, no one will EVER look at you!! It’s a criers dream!!!!!! I cry on this subway at least once a day. A true NYC Staple!
Soft boys prey upon your decency and your desire to be kind and understanding and forgiving and they know that they are doing it and maybe they really do hate that they do it but still find enough pleasure in coercing others into making them feel good that they let it slide ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~follow for more soft boy~
Poem on the inside of the collage journal I kept in high school.
today i made a joke about pubic hair that incorporated a well known aphorism so now its time for me 2 die
here’s a rip of book of love’s “mogdiliani” sourced from my collection
i saw felix gonzalez-torress untitled (perfect lovers), 1991, for the first time almost exactly a year ago, when jose showed it to us on the first day of our spring semester class. then he talked about the temporality of relationality: how people can exist side-by-side but live in different temporal spheres. “how do we know the other if the others time is not our own? to know the other is to know their time is different than our own.” it was one of the saddest moments ive ever experienced in a classroom, sadder even than the time barbara handed out stickers with the karl marx quote about how to be sensuous is to suffer or ann talked about mourning and melancholia when i was already ruminating about drunk dialing.