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Writer. Researcher. Observer. Aspiring minimalist. Photographer. Music collector. Social Drinker. Sex enthusiast. Urban. Queer. Accepting. Public Transportation.
Spring and Autumn Memoir

randcore asked: Do you mind if I reblog your new page? Wasn't sure if you wanted to keep it limited to those that follow you.

if you’re referring to the vsco grid that I posted - I’m absolutely fine with that. most of those photos are on my tumblr anyway.

i definitely posted that link out into the universe for a reason. thanks for pushing me.

Artist: Little Dragon
Song: Klapp Klapp
Album: Nabuma Rubberband

move to this….

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In Heaven an angel is nobody in particular.

George Bernard Shaw

|| think on that shit next time you make a comparison ||

this was rightbeforethe spill of daylighthit the earth.
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this was right
before
the spill of daylight
hit the earth.

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i’m listening
are you watching?

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Artist: XXYYXX
Song: About You
Album: XXYYXX

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what we are is God’s gift to us. what we become is our gift to God.

—Eleanor Powell

Rah! and I waiting for the hot weather to startso that shit can endand the cold weather can come back.
because I’m about that life. 
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Rah! and I waiting for the hot weather to start
so that shit can end
and the cold weather can come back.

because I’m about that life. 

:qws:

write before the season ends…

Listening: XXYYXX. i mean i found them via iTunes but i’m only able to think of my queen etceterauniverse when i listen to them. because she’s the only other person that i know that playlisted them. 

Watching: so i watched the Normal Heart today. and while i feel, on the surface, that Mark Ruffalo plays a gay horribly, the roles and the intensity of the movie really did move me. create an anger in me. not so  much an anger but a desire to move something. i don’t know if that something is my ass or a mountain or everything in between — but i wanted to knock a planet off of its revolution to create a new way to balance shit. i wanted….different(ce).
 
Doing: every other day, my apartment manages to look like absolute shit and grimy and sad and as if a depressed person is the one managing the lease. so i gotta get this place extra straight, extra quick just in case some mid-late night company wanna come over and watch Archer -_- srsly.

Eating: about to smash a bacon cheeseburger. cuz i got it like that.

Drinking: ladies and gentlemen, i present to you, another disgustingly sober evening. a friday one. i just got in from a zipcar housewarming party and i had a beer there but…..the fuck is a beer. 

Wearing: a oversized green polo shirt, jeans, black fitted. yeah all of this plus the beer definitely got me acting like a boy tonight. not that i act like a girl any other night. but - yeah. just know that i’m not about to #NoHetero this statement. even though i already did.

Feeling: sober as fuck. also bored. and frugal. because bored. and sober. because frugal.

Weather: it’s mostly cloudy and about 70°F. if you walk down the right block, between the right buildings, the sexiest spring breeze will stroke you up real good. 

Wanting: to change all my feelings.

Needing: to hit the lottery. and not the big one. i don’t need to hit the mega millions or anything like that. i just need a good scratch off to slip me $500. i don’t need much. ever. just a little bit. to get by. i can wake up in the morning and appreciate the hell out of the sunrise and showering with daylight before splashing water up on my face. but if i had like $500 to add to that glorious feeling….all would be alright. you hear me, chile? all would be all right.

Thinking: she think we don’t need to do that much drinking in 45 minutes - i feel like we need to because “FEELINGS”. also - i’m about to take over some dashboards because i wanna post as much as i can before the summer (June) gets here.

Enjoying: my music. this weather. and the possibility of getting a drink tonight. (it’s not happening)

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this is playing on Guilford’s bridge.

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Homeless for the House

i saw two
of the sexiest homeless guys
while waiting in mcdonald’s today.
they made everybody in line
turn their heads.

at least i think they were homeless.
one had on sweatpants.
the other had on some really short shorts.
the kind with the split up the thigh

the devil in me licked his lips
and i convinced myself that i could get past the barefoot on fayette
body odor and unkempt bullshit
just because i came from the barber.

i grabbed my food 
and walked out the door and 
heard the one guy screaming at all the cars
JESUS IS LORD

so when i got on the bus
i had to repent.

i don’t know if it’s the walking
or if it’s the laughing 
or the dining and 
literally breaking bread 
while sitting Indian style on the floor…
I don’t know if it’s long drawl of “chile”
or if it’s the magic in her headdress
but something about spending time [with  etceterauniverse]
creates the most orchestral of sounds
and life becomes the dope at
fucking 
mixtape.

:qws:

i don’t know if it’s the walking
or if it’s the laughing
or the dining and
literally breaking bread
while sitting Indian style on the floor…
I don’t know if it’s long drawl of “chile”
or if it’s the magic in her headdress
but something about spending time [with etceterauniverse]
creates the most orchestral of sounds
and life becomes the dope at
fucking
mixtape.

:qws:

this is a dark tavern. 

:qws:

this is a dark tavern.

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