taking business casual to businesserious.
this is my best friend.
he puts his arm around me and says ‘ssiiiissstttahhhhhh’
only the mountains will know the boy i love the best.
these boots are made for the mountains, but you’ll have to polish them right before they’ll ever dance again with you.
this morning i boxed for a couple hours, took a bike ride around town playing the green light game (go wherever green goes), went shopping, made a huge batch of shepherds pie, took a nap, finished three paintings, and got stoned and listened to black sabbath. art is my new boyfriend and it’s not that bad. i can’t believe how long it’s been since i received a romantic gesture in comparison to the amount of hurtful, shitty ones. i must be collecting all these negative points in order to cash in on the good stuff at some point soon. i hope he owns a motorcycle.
get me outta my head
get in, let’s ride that red beast zero to sixty five, haven’t beat nick’ of time, fuckin’ strollin’ high, in the five n’ dime.
Stolen Moments, 1920
