Sugar Milk

A NSFW Blog:

Writer. Researcher. Observer. Aspiring minimalist. Photographer. Music collector. Social Drinker. Sex enthusiast. Urban. Queer. Accepting. Public Transportation.
Spring and Autumn Memoir
this is between two trees. 
I made it to Santa Monica. 

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this is between two trees.
I made it to Santa Monica.

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this is waiting for something younger.

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this is waiting for something younger.

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some shots i took for instagram's #WHPhandinhand

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this is the inner harbor"heeeyyyyy Baltimore"
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this is the inner harbor
"heeeyyyyy Baltimore"

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this is waterfront property
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this is waterfront property

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this is waterfront highrise.
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this is waterfront highrise.

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this is my new travel buddy.  his name is Rah! (the exclamation point is needed)
he’ll be traveling the country with me this year.
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this is my new travel buddy.
his name is Rah! (the exclamation point is needed)

he’ll be traveling the country with me this year.

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Listening: this deliciously sexy playlist that girl’Ashley turned me onto. it kinda makes me wanna be high or drunk or tipsy or….open. but it could just be the first track that got me like this though.
Reading: Simplify Your Life 
Doing: Writing an itinerary for this weekend. It’s going to be really full and require a ton of frugality and careful spending.
Eating: A slice of pizza from Home Slyce. I swear this is the best homemade pizza in the city of Baltimore. I danced all the way home. First I danced because of the incredible taste and then once the pizza was gone I danced because my mustache smelled of strongman. My fingers smelled salty and savory from the grease that dripped from the pepperoni and salami. I danced all the way to the bus stop. Eating. I danced all the way to the trash can to throw away the styrofoam container. The crust was crispy and soft all at the same time. Perfect. The cheese was scrumptious and I’m still literally singing about it. It’ll happen again tomorrow. (#Phrasing #Archer this whole thing tho)
Drinking: Nothing. But this playlist. I’m telling you. Here comes vodka,  bitches.
Wearing: A tshirt that used to conform to my body and now it feels like a stretchy poncho. I’m gaining weight. The pizza I’m sure ain’t helping. And khakis from earlier. 
Feeling: Tired. As shit. 
Weather: It’s chilly as hell outside tonight. It’s supposed to get warm tomorrow for a few hours. Partly cloudy; currently 45°F
Wanting: you to want me the way i want you. :(
Needing: to not want you at all period. And to do some more ab exercises or running. It’s safer to run around Druid Hill Park even though I go further with my Station North and Remington routes.
Thinking: about relocating to get away from everything and everyone and starting over and not looking back except to send or receive handwritten letters or postcards. 
Enjoying: this playlist. and the residual smell of pizza and baby powder. 
thank you girl’Ashley.
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Listening: this deliciously sexy playlist that girl’Ashley turned me onto. it kinda makes me wanna be high or drunk or tipsy or….open. but it could just be the first track that got me like this though.

Reading: Simplify Your Life 

Doing: Writing an itinerary for this weekend. It’s going to be really full and require a ton of frugality and careful spending.

Eating: A slice of pizza from Home Slyce. I swear this is the best homemade pizza in the city of Baltimore. I danced all the way home. First I danced because of the incredible taste and then once the pizza was gone I danced because my mustache smelled of strongman. My fingers smelled salty and savory from the grease that dripped from the pepperoni and salami. I danced all the way to the bus stop. Eating. I danced all the way to the trash can to throw away the styrofoam container. The crust was crispy and soft all at the same time. Perfect. The cheese was scrumptious and I’m still literally singing about it. It’ll happen again tomorrow. (#Phrasing #Archer this whole thing tho)

Drinking: Nothing. But this playlist. I’m telling you. Here comes vodka,  bitches.

Wearing: A tshirt that used to conform to my body and now it feels like a stretchy poncho. I’m gaining weight. The pizza I’m sure ain’t helping. And khakis from earlier. 

Feeling: Tired. As shit. 

Weather: It’s chilly as hell outside tonight. It’s supposed to get warm tomorrow for a few hours. Partly cloudy; currently 45°F

Wanting: you to want me the way i want you. :(

Needing: to not want you at all period. And to do some more ab exercises or running. It’s safer to run around Druid Hill Park even though I go further with my Station North and Remington routes.

Thinking: about relocating to get away from everything and everyone and starting over and not looking back except to send or receive handwritten letters or postcards. 

Enjoying: this playlist. and the residual smell of pizza and baby powder. 

thank you girl’Ashley.

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this is the shit.my identical “twin” born 10 years later.©2011 Marsalis Images Photographyheyrice
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this is the shit.
my identical “twin” born 10 years later.
©2011 Marsalis Images Photography
heyrice

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this is vintage.(a shot from the Baltimore Car & Driver 2013 Auto Show)
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this is vintage.
(a shot from the Baltimore Car & Driver 2013 Auto Show)

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this was tea with a queen.[note to self: give huh back huh echinacea]
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this was tea with a queen.
[note to self: give huh back huh echinacea]

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ode to mars

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It’s still bright in here.
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It’s still bright in here.

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this is a bare hand.

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Autumn 2013
Robert E. Lee Park / Lake Roland
©2013 Marsalis Images Photography

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