lying in bed very hungry NOT moving

Autobiographia Literaria

When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.

I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.

If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out “I am
an orphan.”

And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!

Frank O’Hara, from Collected Poems, 1971

it certainly is very awake for 2:30am, isn’t it

becomeartist:

mind mouth connection bad

hi tumblr! today is a good day!!!!

didn’t need to get my eyes dilated, thrillingly, so i can still look at things; and then i had a very fun time at bed bath and beyond because i never told you all this but i am actually 55 and incredibly boring. now i am the proud owner of a paper towel holder and also some wine glasses.

and it’s actually nice out! i’m probably not like, going to go outside, but that’s still good. just generally.

hey… i love……actin dynamics

etirabys:

(tipsy and 1/3 of the way to tears) I would care more about math and physics (and would have learned more of them by now) if I were more virtuous

me currently: an empty but airtight animal hide. a dry wineskin. a watermelon into which a very small hole was bored, and then some curved turning scraping tool inserted to extract the flesh, leaving the rind intact