Matthew

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Just walked down the street and saw an old man & old woman kissing on the lips (him in a car, her on the sidewalk) and then past a guy sawing part of a piece of lumber out of the back of a van and then sniffing the wood where he cut it

I am paid a very high salary to design new ways to hurt innocent people. Please don't hurt me. I want to live. My job is to hurt your children. Please, don't do anything to me. I want to be safe. My job is to make your family sick. I want to live. Please, I deserve to live. Pleas

i aspire to be like Jesus in that i can hang with anyone and everyone––whores, tax men, influencers, homeless people, writers, 4hlers, activists, yoga teachers, farmers. love to witness the human condition in all its glory and learn a little something

@pdrmnvd If anyone still has a juicero I’ll buy it off you

those of you who never worked in tech during zirp will never understand this era. $5 ubers, $3 door dash lunches, enough scooters you could(and did) fill the bay. we were living like those post war boomers in million dollar homes paying $30 in property taxes. you could demand that your ceo opine on politics in #general and would go on strike if he forced you to work. you couldn’t walk down south park without tripping on a term sheet. we had so much money we were printing code on paper and sticking it in a vacuum sealed rocket launcher into space just for kicks. one click checkout was enough of an idea to burn $10m a month, wework was buying wave pools, you could buy mattresses at a loss, you could get a juice packet squeezer for $700. the zuck was surfing every day in hawaii.

“I would rather believe that pigs can fly than believe that my brethren could lie”

How many times did he practice that

this gem in my message requests today

when i get really high i think about how retarded i am and it makes my heart beat so fast it starts to hurt

Once again this graph has a hold on me

My dream of being a poet vanished like a thing in a whatever.

this is how ryan was moving days before we locked it down (two different conversations a week apart mind you)

Me and my friend can’t stop saying “the ticket is waiting for you at willcall” bc it’s actually a really beautiful metaphor

Your fat ass friends be like "We going to the park” then you check FindMy and they're at the edge of the park like Ok

Love over lust girl

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” — Charles Dickens

Nostalgia is an invisible dagger. While I’m certainly feeling its wound, it’s harder to say if my memory sways towards the utopic as a justification for my brooding. On another hand, maybe it really was that good

Shared a twin bed for the first time in a while and like always, I ended up squished against a wall

Bushwick, Brooklyn, New York | Unknown Photographer

Elephants bathing in the Ganges, 1956

we must allow ourselves to be wounded by love