When Matsson Took His Hoodie Off And Casually Flashed His Abs And Roman And Kendall Were Just Standing

Tom would be a they/he if he was born 30 years later, this is not up for debate

Aaron Bushnell's final social media post before his self-immolation.

boris: [putting out cigarette in the ash tray, hasn’t showered in 2 weeks, vomit on his shirt, black out drunk, calling popchyk slurs]

theo: the way boris leaned over, collarbones creating dark pools at the base of his neck. his nose a strong aquiline with the barest suggestion of having been broken like some ancient bronze statue of a greek boxer. he seemed to me like a divine being who had come to earth only by mistake, perhaps as a punishment for some heavenly crime or another. anyways, I tried writing a letter to pippa the other day but had nothing to say so I gave up.

Today I cried a little bit because I remembered that when Beethoven conducted his ninth symphony for the first time he got a standing ovation and one of the sopranos had to turn him around to see the audience. 

- Lyudmilla Ignatenko, the wife of deceased firefighter Vasily Ignatenko, Voices from Chernobyl, by Svetlana Alexeivich (transl. Keith Gessen)

I love doing nothing, what I don't love is the inevitable overthinking that comes with doing nothing

I loved when AI art could never be anything but AI art. the dreams of a computer. now it's all boobs and photorealistic women doing bad kink. but I remember you. I miss you. I love you, Secret Horses.

voicemail from my boss: your performance is so abysmal we're not even firing you we've skipped straight to sending the GHOULS unit after you. may god have mercy on you

landlord from outside my door: oouuhhh auuhhhh hnnnn uhh nnhh eeee heee heee (wheezing in pain from bear trap i placed for him)

me humminh to myself at my computer: iiii wanna rocking roll all niiight. and part of every day :) alexa google "hunter biden spit for sale"