my motto, too

it’s me

guy rubicon, leopard. oil on canvas. courtesy of instagram.

degrading like an old yogurt

this isn’t me (anymore!), but it once was (see the final 2-3 years at ballroom), so it struck a chord. from choire sicha’s new newsletter:

this cover

but somehow i’m still alive

stingy heart

my therapist said i had a stingy heart and it made laugh so hard at the time, but later it really stung. while i don’t have a stingy heart with everyone, i do with a big swath of marfa, my in-laws, my mom — with honestly anyone who needs something from me. it was a hard truth to hear and also made me feel kinda hopeless. no good google image search for “stingy heart” but scrooge mcduck is as good a substitute as any.

me 😢
(via cineramble)

literal snapshot from work

work is hectic, we’re down 1.5 people so it’s a bit of a grueling nut house these days. a wonderful grueling nut house, but still a nut house.

this poem

strange days

recently developed fondness for circus peanuts

oh man it’s come to this