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sometimes i wonder if the walls i've built up around myself are healthy. the thing about these walls, the dangerous thing, maybe, is that they're walls made of honesty; i hide myself from the rest of the world using my truth as my only shield. how that makes sense, i... Read More

naked in someone else's bed but still
fully clothed alone in your own
not quite broken, just slightly dented,
not quite damaged, just slightly bruised
when revealing everything becomes another way of hiding
when laying down feels just like running
when extremes and opposites meet and look the same
that's where you... Read More

details > the bigger picture.

your eyes are too revealing, kid. they give away too much. there are too many traces of hurt, too many signs, too much vulnerability.
keep it all locked away, it's safer.
yeah, you're so fucking vulnerable. such a fragile little thing. you know they like that. and that is why... Read More

sometimes all you need is a pen and an ashtray,
cigarettes and a notebook,
and the world can do what the world will do,
it doesn't matter.
when your life revolves around the written word, the world outside becomes smaller, and surely that is why you are doing this. to... Read More

this is where i go to smoke. the red trashcan is for emptying ashtrays,
or for putting your cigarette out if you're too lazy to go over to the table to put it out.
the big one is for trash accumulated over weeks of doing nothing,
weeks of staring at... Read More

i went to paris last summer, for the second time. i loved it.

i no longer have the full size for this, hence the shitty quality. i really like it, though.

i once knew a boy who looked like a gust of wind could knock him over (maybe that's what he was hoping for).
his eyes were red and his frame tiny and fragile; underdeveloped even for his young age. neither of us were of age, but he was younger, a... Read More

it's when you're clinging to the comfort of a stranger because it's all you have.
it's when you feel safer in dangerous situations than alone in your own bed.
when nothing scares you more than going to bed on your own,
and you don't remember the last time you did so... Read More

a week of constant touching. i remember the way your touch lingered on my skin when i took that bus on my own, the way those hours felt like the longest i'd ever lived through until i saw you again.
a week of intensity, of creaky beds and being laughed... Read More

they all wonder what you hope to gain by this;
revealing too much of yourself, giving it all away to strangers,
feeling nothing and far too much all at once.
it's when the intimate becomes impersonal,
when what once meant everything holds no meaning at all,
when the numbness is all... Read More

inspired by the recent wonderful post about heroes by ikkyg, i have decided to make a post, not about my heroes, but about people i admire, why i admire them, and why they are not heroes of mine.

we will start with someone a lot of you,... Read More

#1.
"how old are you?"
nineteen (you must be sixty, but i like your moustache)
cans of beer, a foreign language.
i'm here for a concert (you won't have heard of the people playing, so it's just as well you're not even pretending to be interested)
"you're very pretty, would you like another beer?"
yes,... Read More

so, as you'll know just from looking at my profile, i'm a dude. and as you'll know if you've read a few of my posts, i'm a trans dude, which means i was born with a female body and raised as a girl.

because of this, when i'm out in... Read More

the only thing i have ever been told i am good at is writing. and i know i can write, it's something i know i'm good at, and it is all i want to do.

i want to write, and i want to be read. i want to reach out... Read More

i painted this box silver and decorated it with one of my favourite quotes
because i wanted somewhere to keep small things that mean a lot
(photobooth photos, tickets for shows that meant the world, my chuck d autograph, a necklace)
so i don't lose them and forget what they once... Read More