September 8, 2017

never trust a dance teacher

September 8, 2017

and the fruit fly rarely eats the fruit 

April 4, 2017
"the pathological narcissus is convinced that life is a game, everybody wears a mask and is a criminal hiding behind a conformist appearance"

http://twitter.com/extimacy/status/832658717736857601 (via slavoj–zizek)

March 28, 2017

I enjoy the (rhetorical) question, how much wasabi is too much wasabi? Because it implies two things: that I enjoy the finer things in life (sushi), but at the same time enjoy masochistic hedonism.

March 16, 2017

I’d give anything to just not take anything

March 10, 2017

A butterfly flaps it’s wings
And across the world
Couples still fall apart in dim light

March 10, 2017

What’s worse?
Creating the wound
Or letting it bleed

March 9, 2017

You can’t kill something
Because you’re afraid
It will die

February 26, 2017

“I’m divorcing my wife tomorrow.”

February 26, 2017

You’ll be a great memory
Turbulent as coconuts fallen
Sullen whispers

February 26, 2017

Like a pebble under your toe
Inside your shoe
Not annoying enough to take the shoe off
You kick it to the front
But it makes its way back

February 26, 2017

Text me if there’s gelato
There’s leaders and there’s butlers

February 26, 2017

I was having a quarter life crisis and then I just went to sleep

February 26, 2017

When do you hold one accountable?
I’ve stole and been stolen from
I’ve lied and been lied to
Where does empathy trump morality
Who is held higher thy self or others

February 26, 2017

Those red lights
Go well with those purple lights
Dj all important

Smells like puke
Feels like puke
Under my feet
Hookah smoke

Between the dancing girls
I see the NBA all star game
A highlight

I’d hate to be the guy that sweeps up cigarette butts and straws and ice and drug bags and everything foul, between drunken dancing escapists, on a Friday night, Latin night I’m told

The uber home
is only 8$