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folks, @ghost_telegram loves me more than any of y'all do and they don't even have a body anymore. They polter-tweet.
just biked past a woman with the 'M' logo of monster energy drink fame tattooed on her calf, so we can all breathe a sigh of relief now
If at 15 I'd known that my primary occupation at 23 wld be yelling obscenities at woodpeckers I probably would've tried harder in math class
Naked in someone else's house laugh-crying about having given up on attempting adulthood
the sensation of your life happening all around you, without your agency and almost against your will
Has come to my attn that there are hella hot guys who don't wanna bone me. Unacceptable. Demand to speak to a hot guy rep to lodge complaint
How does one carry on with any semblance of composure, waiting with a mixture of anticipation and dread for the future and past to resolve?
night for a week, to wake sweating and trembling and weeping. Yr lover asks about the nightmares, but you cannot speak. You exhale silence.
wicked, though your skin is the washed-out sallow of sepia. The photo must be at least forty years old. You dream of the couple every
singing. The old man is crying again, and appears dazed, as though he is drunk on his own grief. Bride-you looks content, eyes slightly
understand, and the photo scares you. The old man reaches out to you helplessly. It is springtime. You are suddenly over-conscious of birds
you a wedding photograph. The groom is handsome, but looks dazed, like he's drunk with happiness. The bride is indubitably you. You don't
An old man approaches you on the street. He stares at your face for a long time, tears pooling in his wrinkles. He opens his wallet to hand
Sir cashier, do not gesture at my sole purchase of tampons&ask "what's the plan" if you don't want to hear "shoving these in my crotch?"
imagine my housemate trying to garden in our backyard. he has on his rubber boots. ha ha he's fallen over because i shot him in the thigh
just found this sentence on tumblr "HOWEVER, as a modern-day Greek gods worshipper (yeah, we do exist)," so how are all you guys doing
"She wants an old-timey crust punk who skins animals. The kind of guy I want to be and am not."
oh you guys, i hope we're all still tweeting when we're old and dried-up and unlovable and unloved and decrepit #so #nextweek
Radiation canary, testicular ontologist, maneater
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