August under a blanket is a dream come true

Remembering when I used to work 50 hours a week in a chain bookstore all day on my feet at minimum wage. It sucked but I had a river nearby where I would go alone on my lunch break, lay down by the ducks and sunbathe while reading the books I had stolen because I deserved them

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We are running in the streets of Venice at night. Everything is closed and tourists seem to have died. It's just us and the rats

Roberto Bolaño’s business card. 1988. ‘Poet and slouch’

I've been creating an archive of memories and it's crazy how many resurface by just subtly lifting the upper stones of the brain

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Stop manifesting and start doing

It's never too much posting when you post from the heart

Plum trees have been generous lately

You’re in my novel the Satan character is based off of you

also to be scanned….. to be mailed….. to be filed…… love language…. i am a pdf

I love it when you hate me

I only know cynicism or childlike naivete a healthy balance does not exist to me

Sometimes it's a good sign you're the only one laughing at your jokes