Walked out of The batman just to watch The penguin. this life is magnificent in its unravelling mysteries

the masculine urge to load my tiny flaccid penis into the chamber of a rifle

Jeff buckley must have had access to pussy that 99.9% never see

beautiful hispanic women

looking at my letterboxd is scary. i don't remember any of these

is the brooklyn folk festival lead coordinator flirting with me over business email?

call me neurodivergent or soft but: I don't think Spontaneity or Travel opens my soul or manifests the best version of myself like Routine does. I need not live in shame I need not live in shame

how can you expect me to learn programming when I'm only JUST LEARNING WHAT PALM-MUTING ON GUITAR IS LIKE A RETARD MIGHT?

where is the boundary between knowing what's right for me and there being a comfort zone that has to be pressed?

the lucky few make beauty out of caverns of sadness– rest of us can only sleep and watch tv