Poems & Words

quarantine portraits: the zoom meeting vs. the rokeby Venus

Happy Father Day

An Oxford student looking through a book on sale England, 1950

Where is everybody? José Manuel Ballester

sometimes i remember this post that said "there was a time you played outside as a kid and had no idea it would be the last time you ever did" and it makes me sad thinking about how many last times there were that you never knew would be the last time... the last time you went to play at a friend's house or the last time you ever spoke, the last time you played a certain game you used to love, the last time you ever played with toys, the last time you ever had a snack before it got discontinued, the last time you ever read a certain book you used to love, the last time you ever saw a certain commercial, the last time you went into the kids section at a library or anywhere else for that matter...

I like when people don't know what I know.

maybe I'm holding a hot mug to simulate warmth in a hope to heal something deep inside of me or maybe I'm holding a hot mug because I want some coffee. you'll never know.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

There's something poetic about "this reminds of you"

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.

Boys will b lik “why are you wearing victorian dresses” “why do you have thigh knife garters” “Why do you read so much shakespeare” “why do you stand in the rain while wearing ballgowns?”

bc its sexy you ungrateful, uncultured hoe