Do we have to keep pretending?

Do we have to keep pretending?

Aren’t we animated by the divine?

Hasn’t the earth created us whole
made us instruments of this game?

Made us ache to play. To keep playing.

We are sent by god, born of common seed. Are we not the end of a great chain?

The beginning of a story?

Blessed to know.
Cursed to see ourselves forget.

Don’t we remember?

I’m not alone here, am I?

Stuck pretending with y’all
like we aren’t
animated star
dust.

Wes

Just spoke with Wes. He is really kicking ass, this guy seems like the real deal (or completely full of shit). He is getting Holegencia

Body Shame

It took nearly 6 months to get a bike after moving to New York City. Riding in The City is a mix of reckless exhilaration

Mar a Mar

On November 30th, 2018 I set off on an adventure with my 80-year-old dad, our friend Skittles, and our guide Orlando on a hike across