SCUMBAG

last night i had a dream that someone tattooed the word “scumbag” on my back as i slept. can someone please dream interpret this for me.

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