Curate, connect, and discover
i made a new tumblr account and apparently YOU CANT SEPERATE ANYTHING OUT.
I speak to the LED atop the streetlamp. It pools purple light into the empty parking lot, gnats and moths orbiting around its head in an awful frenzy, like there isn't enough time in the world to marvel. light.
"Why are you purple?" I ask. It doesn't answer, but Google does; a component inside it has degraded faster than it should and what was once pure is now gone.
"I guess we have that in common." I lay down against the asphalt and enjoy how it digs into my palms. I imagine a chalk outline around my edges, markers confining who I am and who I was. I don't feel like I thought I would; a find kinship with the cigarette butt stuck to the futter
"Don't romanticize your sadness," the light says, without a mouth to say it.
"It's the only way I'll never be romanced." I reply. Behind it, I see nothing. No sky, no stars, no outline of my apartment complex - blinded by a man made mistake, "Besides, I'm comparing myself to a street lamp. Isn't that considered absurdism? Or just creative?"
The lamp stares back. "It's kind of sad."
ugh my god, stupid frat boy gojo that turns out to be nothing like he seems.
yes, he's always at parties and being loud and reckless, but you take a swig of his jack and coke and only get the coke—because he really doesn't like the taste of alcohol that much.
yes, he's dating a new girl once a week and being fawned over constantly and hitting on everyone he sees, but his pick-up lines actually suck ??? and all the partners he moves on from all kind of say the same thing, that he never stops talking and is actually kind of weird ?? the sex isn't good or bad because there's no sex, at all.
and he's also much smarter than he looks and actually studies a lot in the library late at night and is a better tutor in physics than you could ever expected.
just as annoying as you figured, though.
HEY who’s following me …