this blog is my diary it's my sketchbook it's stuff on my bedroom wall it's a pdf it's an unpublished novel it's a collage. it's all of these things

they should invent a version of this old story where no one has to leave first & a brooklyn that isnt too cold tonight & friends that arent three years away & an absence of someone else that doesnt feel liek the absence of yrslef & a grief u can put down if only for an isntant even if grief is just love with no place to go

Vancouver, Canada, 1970s

office mug

i wrote this poem :)

tramp stamp that says "no live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality"

feeling greatly outnumbered in my principled (read: spiteful) stand against paid subscriptions

i enjoy the phrase creature comforts because i am a creature and i want to be comfortable

just got the desktop tumblr update. how do i undo this