i don't like frogs. there's something very wrong there.

little guy.

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The Road Out of Town — Justin Parpan
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i paint a little. i know, it's nowhere as cool as the oil paintings i see here, but it was worth the effort.

you know i originally made this account to look at porn, but I've grown fond of all the art i see here

how it feels going to sleep with an entire manga collection downloading on my phone overnight

i wish i had a cunty ass ponytail and no headaches so i could spin it while looking and feeling great

imagine one day after years of knowing me, i reveal I'm really really good at yodeling.

i hate that people have to deal with me. my presence feels like an intrusion, both to others and to myself. everything i say feels wrong. i hate it, i hate it so much.

everyone sucks, a lot. it's hard to bond with people when everyone in my real life is so rotten. also hard to bond with people who refuse to listen to me.

I'd rather be talking about the mysteries of the universe than thinking about the stupidity of this world.

I'll be closing my mouth.
and even if that distresses me someday, that's fine.
because such sorrow may also mean something to me.

Can I worry like this?

I sing and write about love, but it's above the clouds!
I can't see it through my foggy mind. I can't! I can't!
we talk and talk about those faraway days that you've been imagining, and the night swarms.