lots of artists can fill their work with aching homosexual tension, but no one else can make the impending sodomy look quite as classy and exquisitely dressed as Leyendecker can. God bless you, sir.
It spoke to you so strangely, in a voice that slipped between waves of softly droning static from a television screen.
I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present.
date a boy who’s a wolf. not figuratively a wolf literally date a fucking wolf. wolves are strong and cute and have powerful jaws for crushing the bones of men who harass you on the street. wolves are better than men in every respect. have you ever seen a man kill an elk with his teeth, howl at the moon, run at speeds of 35 mph. wolves CANNOT call you slurs
oh nooooo i found a trunk full of old journals in the attic, hope i don’t accidentally uncover some forbidden knowledge not meant for mortal understanding haha ;)
Heather O’Neill (thewalrus.ca/portrait-of-the-artist-as-a-young-corpse)