Sorrow’s fingertips shush the last warm light
and the twilight shines pale again.
the breathing next to me doesn’t cease.
though, i guess mine doesn’t either.
i suppose that’s what we call a win.
Category Archive: Individual Drop
“What separates the reality in our minds from the reality outside ourselves? Is there really a difference?”
I blinked and there she was. An old woman wrapped in layers of clothes, a crumpled paper doll with a conductor’s hat.
Xoxo510 reminded us that movements don’t start with spotlights.
ThriftyCat is more than just a thrift store—it’s a testament to resilience, community, and the power of accessible fashion.
I am privileged to love you, I am privileged to hold you, I am privileged to have my fingers interlocked so tightly with yours
In my time of self discovery I have managed to abandon myself.
When I was fifteen, I fell in love with a girl.
Now I must confess, 2024 is the first year that I have ever truly attended TIFF.
Must see films and red carpet highlights.
Bloodied white wings—
I look like a medieval painting
She took me by surprise as she said hello. The cafe she had picked was small. Busy. Her hair was short and black, cut right above her shoulders.
I could do modern art. It’s not that hard, right?
Art by Justin Gray | Inspired by Akash Bhatt swipe to see photos
Why must we only validate the art that stems from suffering?
Hold my hand.
Ponder our futures yet consider our presents.
I love you the way a priest loves his bible.
as i sit in this subway seat, i think that i am in the mood to write.