sorry for acting gay the other night bro. I was compelled by the narrative
sorry for being so weird it's my first time being alive
gonna keep rollling this boulder up the hill if it kills me
watches a six minute long porn video frowning deeply chin resting on my hand occassionally going hmmmm or jotting down a note. video ends I sigh take off my glasses rub my face. well. what do you even want me to say? it was derivative - even an amateur like yourself must see that.would I call it art? of course I would. a grim reminder that art mustn't necessarily hold any value or vision.
the term "i love to boggy" will now be incapable of leaving my lexicon anytime soon
[girl who is a complete loser and has been one her entire life]: actually, loner hermit virgin is just my vibe right now... i'm just curating my vibe okay. that's it. it's just my whole vibe. not a lot of people would get it... whatever
Mentally, I'm holding your hand right now. Or just sitting nearby offering comfort with my presence. You're not alone. I'm scared too. We'll survive this night together. Somehow.
st. catherine of siena drinking from christ's side wound
in a hagiography of st. catherine of siena, alsace, early 15th c.
source: Paris, BnF, ms. allem. 34, fol. 43v