Don’t know what kind of pleasure and validation one can derive out of act of being hostile and rude towards the people they know geniunely love and care for them. Maybe they took them for granted or think that the subjects utility has expired.

Post cards from NYC

One of those rare moments when Nicky was relatively sober and still happy horsing around in Brooklyn heights as usual.

A poem for my Girl

Acostado con la mejilla pegada a la almohada
Puedo sentir el calor de ella desapareciendo de las sábanas a mi lado
Escuchar el agua correr del grifo
Está tarareando suavemente para sí misma
un tema de hace muchos años

Thanks god for dogs ❤️❤️❤️

Just remembered I can be openly queer here. Yayayayayayayay!!

Thankfully I got a bluesky invite today. It felt so unethical and immoral to browse through Twitter when that erstwhile birdsite is actively funding racist and fascist accounts through a dubious ponzi scheme.

Shout out into the blue, anybody from Trinity College, University of Toronto department of International studies here?