jack of all trades, master of none

I am the bad guy in your story


I am the poor mans Marilyn M.

Drunken Texts

2 drunken nights ago I hung out with her and two guys one of which I thought was really cute and sweet. I knew he had a girlfriend and I didn’t want to say anything that would ruin our friendship. The whole night our little group is cracking up and having so much fun. I noticed, as the night went on and several beers later he is sitting on a bench next to me and gets closer and closer to where our arms and legs brush up against each other as we laugh wholeheartedly. He continues to compliment me about how much he loves my hair. I do my drunken thing when I start speaking in Spanish and he replies to me and I instantly fall in a hole.

As our group dwindles down we each go home and I, drunk in my car fathom the courage to text him and tell him how cute he is. Now this was the second time I had tried to tell him and I would write out the message and tell myself it’s not the right thing to do but this time around I was more drunk than before.

I got home and fell asleep not realizing I had actually sent the message. So I wake up and see that there are 7 messages on my phone. As I begin to read what I had sent him I was ready for embarrassment to come but…his reply was simply this.

"I think you’re very cute as well and while I do have a girlfriend, our relationship is hanging on by a string. I need to figure out how this is going to play out before I make any moves. Above all i really like you as a person a lot and think we should continue to hang out…thanks for coming out tonight I had a blast"

My heart stopped. To think someone I like, actually likes me for who I am is a kind of rarity. While I will try to not hold my breath, it’s still an amazing feeling when someone responds like this. It’s nice to feel liked, when you’ve been passed up for so many years.



Ossian Brown - Haunted Air, 2010 (with an introduction by David Lynch and afterword by Geoff Cox)

"Anonymous Halloween photographs from c.1875–1955—truly haunting Americana, with a foreword by David Lynch. The photographs in Haunted Air provide an extraordinary glimpse into the traditions of this macabre festival from ages past, and form an important document of photographic history. These are the pictures of the dead: family portraits, mementos of the treasured, now unrecognizable, and others.” [Amazon]

I have this book 💕 sah cute

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Scenes from the Life of Andy Warhol: Friendships and Intersections
Jonas Mekas, 1990

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Always trying to convince myself I can make someone fall in love with me or take someone away from you with consequence. Neither nor is working anymore.

The wanderer seeks the hidden, the mysterious, the wild. She knows the changes she goes through while searching are as important as finding what she seeks. She is not in a hurry. Wandering is a valuable as anything else she might do.

—Bill Plotkin, Soul Craft: Crossing the Mysteries of Nature and Psyche (via elige)

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