i know the mortifying ordeal of being known is real for too many of us, but consider this: someone saw you once and loved your hairstyle. someone loves your laugh, how you scrunch your nose when you find something funny. your birthday could be an old friend’s password. that one song you recommended to your crush a couple summers back could still be their favorite. you are in other people’s birthday party photos. someone could’ve fallen in love with you on public transportation. our lives intertwine beautifully and you, dear human, are a little piece of other people’s fond, lovely memories. part of the ordeal of being known implies the ordeal of being loved.
Trauma’s Mark
Circle of Life
he is turning the tiles brown. he needs to be contained
fools. this was a white goat, you can see the white markings on him. he’s been soaking up the brown and he’s only got one square left. let him finish his work
HE’S STEALING THE BROWN
Franz Kafka
cigarettes are so important to gay sex i wish they weren’t evil
cigarettes are so
important to gay sex i
wish they weren’t evil
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Maids, cleaners, janitors, and sanitation workers are all the most important people of civilization by far. Even 12 hours without them is VERY noticable and they simply need to be highly compensated for it
'Six AM', 1930 - William Wolfson
Everybody says "you don't want to grow up to be a janitor" until the janitors go on strike and suddenly the building becomes a disaster area because nobody is used to picking up after themselves.
They say "you don't want to grow up to be a garbage man" until the sanitarion workers go on strike and the trash starts piling up on street corners.
People pretend that these jobs are unimportant so they can pay them shit, but they are absolutely vital to the socities we have built.
there must be a better place you could be doing that
his only cutting board is nailed to the floor in the turtle room
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