Your overlyanxious sleep demon
@timovdrow.bsky.social
Losing myself to find myself.
Another narcissistic queer brown boy, fried by self-interrogation and trying to go outside for human contact for a change.
Art, bodybuilding, techno, community4socialupheavel
Another narcissistic queer brown boy, fried by self-interrogation and trying to go outside for human contact for a change.
Art, bodybuilding, techno, community4socialupheavel
One day I’ll learn to sketch something quick. Till then, we pick up a notebook and fixate on finishing whatever bullshit we start.
March 2, 2025 at 3:12 AM
One day I’ll learn to sketch something quick. Till then, we pick up a notebook and fixate on finishing whatever bullshit we start.
Also sharing flesh. I’m currently recovering from an Achilles tendon surgery but am excited by my return to form. In fact, I’m eager to lean in some more into my physical therapy and come out stronger and connected to my body.
February 15, 2025 at 1:29 AM
Also sharing flesh. I’m currently recovering from an Achilles tendon surgery but am excited by my return to form. In fact, I’m eager to lean in some more into my physical therapy and come out stronger and connected to my body.
In honor of Valentine’s Day, here is a 6x11” inch collage of my partner and I with our dogter.
February 15, 2025 at 1:16 AM
In honor of Valentine’s Day, here is a 6x11” inch collage of my partner and I with our dogter.
I water my ivies when I feel like it.
Once, twice a month, sometimes never.
When I do, I water my ivies too much,
Or so my mom told me.
Leaves, yellowed and curled in resentment,
we repotted each one, apologizing as I
tore them root by root and made home
new, new pots last Winter.
Once, twice a month, sometimes never.
When I do, I water my ivies too much,
Or so my mom told me.
Leaves, yellowed and curled in resentment,
we repotted each one, apologizing as I
tore them root by root and made home
new, new pots last Winter.
July 31, 2023 at 8:04 PM
I water my ivies when I feel like it.
Once, twice a month, sometimes never.
When I do, I water my ivies too much,
Or so my mom told me.
Leaves, yellowed and curled in resentment,
we repotted each one, apologizing as I
tore them root by root and made home
new, new pots last Winter.
Once, twice a month, sometimes never.
When I do, I water my ivies too much,
Or so my mom told me.
Leaves, yellowed and curled in resentment,
we repotted each one, apologizing as I
tore them root by root and made home
new, new pots last Winter.
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I'm starting a crew who's in
July 27, 2023 at 10:34 PM
I'm starting a crew who's in
Dear researcher submitting elusive nothingspeak, purporting to be invested in transparency and engagement with non-academic stakeholders, please give me an iota of frankness, humility, and/or/definitely and context so I don't feel like a pig's personal makeup artist (tho that sounds kinda dope)
July 27, 2023 at 4:41 AM
Dear researcher submitting elusive nothingspeak, purporting to be invested in transparency and engagement with non-academic stakeholders, please give me an iota of frankness, humility, and/or/definitely and context so I don't feel like a pig's personal makeup artist (tho that sounds kinda dope)
God, there's nothing better than hitting a mobility workout in short shorts while stoned to balls. Blasting my angry punk girlies as I lunge to and fro.
Everything goes inward at a point. Let's bring that toe down. Stretch the heel. Straighten the hip. Adjust my glasses.
My body, less alien
Everything goes inward at a point. Let's bring that toe down. Stretch the heel. Straighten the hip. Adjust my glasses.
My body, less alien
July 27, 2023 at 4:36 AM
God, there's nothing better than hitting a mobility workout in short shorts while stoned to balls. Blasting my angry punk girlies as I lunge to and fro.
Everything goes inward at a point. Let's bring that toe down. Stretch the heel. Straighten the hip. Adjust my glasses.
My body, less alien
Everything goes inward at a point. Let's bring that toe down. Stretch the heel. Straighten the hip. Adjust my glasses.
My body, less alien