I wrote a poem:

coriander hues
social
opposite of etiquette cues
life lives inside a chaotic yet simple ruin
yet you have nothing but a treehouse
nothing comes easy
settle down
make things a tad bit sleazy
omg it is a first world problem
to hit rock bottom
take a hint
slow down just a little bit

doc wanted to hit the gym with me today

weekend photo dump

How it feels to cry
Wishing you could slowly die
The pain is ebbing
The flow is a fret
A dry yet blank silhouette
Oh the pain
It ebbs and flows
Like miracle grow
Take a stab at it now though
You’ll be better off yet

Hey there Mr. Blue. Mr.
Bluesky Mr. Blue. xD #cornball

first liquor of the new year