‘i brush my teeth so my dentist won’t know i’ve been struggling with simple tasks’ is a poem by me. it’s embarrassing and more personal than other poems but i know there are others with executive dysfunction who will relate to consciously forcing oneself to do basic things every day…. anyway…. thank you if you read this.
they are so dear to me omgggg 🥹💕🫶
i absolutely hate it when i remember the game night in the woods on a random tuesday night because how am i meant to act normal when this won’t stop until i die, but when i die i want it to hurt. when my friends leave, when i have to let go, when the entire town is wiped off the map, i want it to hurt. bad. i want to lose. i want to get beaten up. i want to hold on until i'm thrown off and everything ends. and you know what? until that happens, i want to hope again. and i want it to hurt. because that means it meant something. it means i am something, at least... pretty amazing to be something, at least...
How about that new Pinocchio movie huh?
that’s between me and my delusions
Rotten luck (on an apple)
You need to draw and make art or else all the images will stay in your head and you'll get sick
David Shrigley
some very rough figure drawing sketches
Anne Sexton, from “Hurry Up Please It’s Time,” in The Complete Poems [ID in alt text]
jonny bolduc, “gut” 2015
cat at the window (by * Patrícia *)
Dirk Staschke | Premonition, 2008
20″ x 22″ x 14″ ceramic, taxidermy
Rings of Gas Giants
l Uranus (Chandra) l Neptune, Jupiter (Webb) l Saturn (Cassini)
i want to go to there
sometimes i get richard siken and richard scarry confused in my head which has made for a few interesting literary conversations
This was funnier in my head.
also I’m sorry.
just a little guy
