i want a penpal. preferably someone who’s not around the corner from me. and maybe someone in korea or france so i can practice the raingrage.
let’s trade shit we make/find and send each other way cool mix tapes.
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실례. ‘펜팔’ 찾고있습니다.
자, 서로에게 편지를 보내 보자!
응? 좋아! 이메일을 여기.
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excuse-moi. je cherche un écrivain ami en france. laissez-nous le commerce des choses et être heureux. je vais essayer de ne pas utiliser google traducteur trop. écrivez-moi. ici.
and i let two ghetto girls borrow my phone only to have them run off with it only to have me and the lee bros hunt them down on our bikes only to have found them only to have chased the one without the phone, letting the one with the phone get away.
“god damn it.” he said, “there are nice things in the world– and i mean nice things. we’re all such morons to get so sidetracked. always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.”
-f & z, salinger
another day spent and nothing gained.
potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.
-100% perfect girl, murakami
over stimulation
makes my mind blank
leaving me wanting
all too much
a life of minimalism
he sleeps on the edge of the bed and is violently awoken when he finds himself on the floor, extremely confused.
he eats with a fervor that brings him to tears and needs to be held when he senses loneliness.
he loves attention and cannot resist your feet.
meet gus.
(photo by the hairless wolf)
