Cassidy wants to fuck Billy so bad. Girl, chill.

this site is too horny as well as the admins choices of posts to go on the IG page. i'm in a relationship and mentally transcendent so this doesn't appeal to me.

stop this depravity

So I try not to isolate anymore.
I’m just so chill to hang out with.
And I always wanna do what I want to do.

I’m addicted to pheromones. I’m addicted to romance, people have accused me of having an armpit fetish (false, related ((see first sentence)) and being a furry (false, unrelated). I can’t stop listening to emo and feeling angsty. I live in what I have always felt to be the greatest city in the world, I’m killing it, and I’m MISERABLE. I’m also not miserable at all, I just feel left out because I have nothing to ignite my spite— this has caused my own personal spite magazine writer’s block. I’m not spiteful at all and I’m stealing valor. I want to put us in a petri dish and culture together. I will kiss you between your shoulder blades. You might always make me feel bad but I will always forgive you. I think I am being too normal about things.

Come to my reading

He told me about the time he went into the sauna with his necklace on—

“One time I wore my necklace into a sauna and I felt I was almost gonna die when it seared my neck and I couldn’t get it off. I can still feel it when I think about it.”

I thought about metal searing skin, about the scent of burning flesh. I thought about coagulation—about the metal melting deeper and deeper—and I wondered when it would stop, if a necklace could, maybe, if hot enough, could make an imprint on the heart, no, not in the metaphorical way, but I sure don’t care to find out what a burning heart smells like, actually that might be the very first thing I have ever expressed that I have ever expressed that I do not care to find out, so in that case maybe I should care to find out but in that case where does it stop but in that case the thought is absolutely terrifying so I once again do not care to find out.

Then I thought about the previous night when I had both of my hands wrapped around his neck and how that’s a kind of necklace if you squint hard enough, and I asked what if our skin melted together and what if I left an imprint on his heart and although the skin on my hands is likely to burn off by then, maybe the bones can accomplish the task, but only if I am burning from the inside out, you see, that’s the only way my bones could stay hot enough to make in there.

The truth is that I am not quite sure. All I know of my hands around his neck is that I can still feel it when I think about it.

I love when my keys are warm from my pocket

probletry da snapper!

But many of the most important people in writing rn are actually from LA
The most important thing in writing is dialog and people talk more in a traditionally urban environment
However like anon said on here a while ago the peculiar silence of the desert environment is goated when being a poet is the vibe

But many of the most important people in writing rn are actually from LA

The most important thing in writing is dialog and people talk more in a traditionally urban environment

However like anon said on here a while ago the peculiar silence of the desert environment is goated when being a poet is the vibe

manifesting steve roggenbuck on hare krishna tiktok / in the pussy like a beach sloth / manifesting the return of kimya dawson bitches / 1 year til she WOKE FAMOUS / my sexologist friend cancelled carti in parc jarry yesterday / bullet holes like polkadots the dress gang desu / got my first kiss in the projects / lauryn hill said everything is everything / got my second kiss in the projects / US OUT OF IRAQ 2002 / got my third kiss in the projects / woke maiden based mother woke crone / xoxo depuis ma chariot <3

or which i prefer

to full screen, especially when watching YouTube. I need to know what's coming next so there's no fomo and perfect my algorithm, I won't t watch it. The cringe-worthy need to read the top comments 6 seconds in for validation of half-formed thoughts. I need to see at least a slither of my desktop behind the window with 8 tabs in attempts of poetry, essays and I think a fucking screenplay, definitions, open atm, which I'll inevitably exit all when another 10 tabs appear?

I don’t think any of them will be you, but it’s nice to say outloud to my phone. I’m working on having new friends.

or that I don’t see. But I always know and I always see. So why try to hide it? Surely not the spare my feelings. You do not care for me anymore. I look for you in everything still. but I am working on that.

It is all too possible that this meant nothing to you. Does the regeneration of our cells side by side under one duvet mean nothing to you? Muscles regrew. Tissue repaired. Mutual restoration, non exclusive. The romantics of it all. I must diminish myself. I want to be small, and then I want to be nothing.
Listen, when this happens (I'm working on making this happen) I need you to look for me. I have been leaving you clues all along.
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