So Fucking Funyn Actually

the worst thing a group of 4-5 bisexuals can possibly do for their interpersonal relationships is start a band and that’s why you have to do it

<3333333 . missing nephrosoupp like a motherfucker

happy birthday to Johnny boy !!

im majoring in homosexual speculation at rpf university. doing research for my old musician gay sex essay. studying for my hasty interpretation of photographs and interviews history exam

One of my favourite comment sections under an instagram reel

Artem Rohovyi - Symphony of Branches gouache on paper

revising your writing is just like "is this weird. is this a weird sentence. is this the weirdest most poorly-worded sentence ever written by anyone" and the sentence in question is "he walked across the room"

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

Paul McCartney: If John was gay I would’ve known about it but he wasn’t because we topped and tailed it all the time and nothing ever happened. It was purely innocent.

John Lennon, known foot fetishist:

why is everything so hard but not actually that hard just i cant do it

i can tell you the story, but you'll have to sit at this old oak table and drink this bitter tea until the windows get dark and bend your bright eyes back. and if you hear something screaming from the sycamores up on the ridge—it's nothing. or rather, it's not anything anymore, just an echo caught between the mountains. just a scream that's a throat full of yellow bones.

this story is a heartbreaker, in that i broke my own heart out on the backroads. you ever tell a lie so much it starts to feel like your own blood coming up out of your mouth? did you consider that i might tell you a lie instead? a lie that feels so raw and soft just like your tongue on your own split lip?

okay. oh god. and by god i mean the great blood-ridden demon of nature who pulls her nictitating membrane from her amber eye to watch us clawing at the earth. okay, here it is. the story, hungry for itself, always meets us at the beginning with its unhinged jaw.