I Wish I Was A Cishet Guy So That I Could Start A Podcast And Go To The Gym And Allow That To Fulfill

romantic undertones brought to you by mike wheeler

boris: [putting out cigarette in the ash tray, hasn’t showered in 2 weeks, vomit on his shirt, black out drunk, calling popchyk slurs]

theo: the way boris leaned over, collarbones creating dark pools at the base of his neck. his nose a strong aquiline with the barest suggestion of having been broken like some ancient bronze statue of a greek boxer. he seemed to me like a divine being who had come to earth only by mistake, perhaps as a punishment for some heavenly crime or another. anyways, I tried writing a letter to pippa the other day but had nothing to say so I gave up.

Herman Leonard Chet Baker, New York City 1956

Hobie: such a natural talent for sales! such success! well done!

Theo, fully coked up, getting ready to sell the 5th knock-off Sheraton sofa that week:

putting Theo in my Byler Pinterest pins intead of the Boreo one be like: "Oups! Wrong gays!!"

( 097 )

And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty? Those first images that crack your heart wide open and you spend the rest of your life chasing, or trying to recapture, in one way or another?

( DONNA TARTT )

will: hey m--

mike: