zero dollar man

my dream blunt rotation:

i’m terribly sick and rereading mary ruefle’s madness, rack, and honey for the first time in 7 years. and yes i own bordeaux merch. i don’t care if it’s corny.

i need to go back to the psych ward. not because i’m insane (i am but that’s beside the point). i just want silence, isolation, no social media, no people. i wanna be unreachable. just read and wander around the city (or maybe i should just convert to catholicism and become a nun

i don’t wanna be dramatic but as far as i can remember i’ve been trying to be okay since i was 12. i’m so fucking tired all the time but i keep pushing myself through life just for the experience and the stories i’ll get to tell. it’s so hard dude.

i have strong opinions about lesbians but i never share them with anyone because i might get excommunicated from the queer community (i’m bi so i was never really part of it anyway

letterboxd & user (i'm too old to have favorites

btw rohmer’s grave is so desolate because he invented the situationship and is being punished for it. you have to squint to even make out his name on the gravestone.

i’m not crying you’re crying

me core:

books i brought back from paris. two of them are stolen. guess which ones.

josh o’connor

i'm a cross between fip and france culture.

a stone for a man of stones. paying homage to roger caillois.

aynen