pretty alone

prize at booth bear, seaside heights, new jersey, 1978

when you decide to kill yourself you have to first develop a checklist, a spreadsheet, a star chart for all the things you will break on your way down.

how strange it is coming to the realization that you've outgrown some people emotionally.

wearing lululemon leggings I bought ten years ago and feeling like my legs have become aerodynamic

friend: are they trying to get my attention? me: who? friend: that person walking back and forth. me: ah, that's my good friend. I think you've both met before. friend: they looked familiar! me: *barks at other friend* hey! come here!!! me: *watches them get along during my show* :) yay friends

waiting for the orchards to release the granny smiths 🍏

at the point where I’m just gonna say what I think and feel whenever the hell I want

feeling tired after having vivid dreams as though I went through another day in life

“I’m queer, help me!” “I can’t help you.”

three cocktails and I’m sprinting to the ferris wheel

I love driving

“how did you feel about me looking at sniffies in front of you?” “eh I think there are better uses of your time.” “what better use of time is there that isn’t sex?!” “well, you could be making art.”

me

I want a lobster

I wrote a song about self-love and a masculine want for tenderness after encouraging a friend to talk to a girl he found cute, it's queer as hell. my solo single, "girl inside me" comes out this friday, yay~

“I love your shirt!” “thank you!” “I’ll steal all your clothes. are you looking for a girlfriend?” “oh, well I have a LOT of clothes.”

all my slut friends love to tell me to put my feelings in a box

"I need to go. the night is calling me." "where are you going?" "where do you think?" "what, the bootyhole lounge??"

suddenly feeling a thousand years old

“why are you sitting like spiderman?” “I’m gay, I can’t sit properly.” “what??” “also I AM spiderman.”

“so if you drank toilet water, you’d win some money. and the guy goes, ‘ehhh I’ll do it. I’m on prep.’ and that is not okay.” “that’s what I’m fuckin sayin.”

“I don’t trust anyone. all these bitches are out everywhere. and just bc you’re on prep doesn’t mean you can get your ass—“ “what the hell are you talking about??!” “haha did you like that?”

this morning’s collection of seaglass and shells from long branch, new jersey

"don't go far off."

I need the webcomic Sex Therapy to be printed so I can revel in its story and beautiful art all the time

"I'm no good for you." "I'm the one who gets to decide that."

planning arrangement and production for a new song— greg: what do you want it to sound like? me: honestly... carly rae jepsen

“all you want is labubu, what about this labussy?!”

back on my “only drinking after a big accomplishment” bullshit

“let me show you all the things I can do.”

@seanstartrunning.bsky.social and I at zee Asbury Beach Bar. My rum bucket and his margarita bucket definitely hit the spot on this hot day!!

I need that jigglypuff 2025 worlds plushie

sam: who are they me: my cyborg bitches

new friend: idk how you’re hanging out with me me: *shrug* I’m just bored new friend: wow thanks me: don’t worry, you’re cool new friend: you are also cool

crane: *making finger hearts from the audience* laurelyn: 😶❓*playing bass* me: 😀 crane: *makes a hand heart* laurelyn: 🤨 me: so cute *playing guitar* after show— laurelyn: wtf was he saying? was something wrong? me: no! he was making finger hearts at you!! crane: it’s an asian thing me: it true

me: should I be aggressive kyle: i dunno sean i don’t think anything’s gonna happen until someone makes a move me: oh ya maybe I’ll die kyle: omg no you can do it

painting a banner for fun at the show— me: what do you want me to do kim: whatever you want me: okay kim: do you paint? me: yeah I do watercolor mainly. I took lessons on oils for two months with a conservative painter matt: conservative in style or politically? me: both! haha... so I ran away!

saw a mercury retrograde email in my inbox from two weeks ago, and my brain went, “good thing I don’t talk to anyone.” although I do talk to people, I’m just no bullsh!t

you could play A Thousand Miles in a metal bar and a pit would form. You could play Complicated in the hood and niggas is going UP. Good music really breaks through arbitrary social norms and I crave that. I crave making that!

drew: so you're going to low dive right? me: oh are you trying to convince me now drew: you are coming! I'm don't need to convince you me: DREW drew: don't you wanna be a slut? you have time to get your flowers, and then you can woo everyone like the flower boy you are me: oh my god

hunter: did you get convinced to go watch joe p at low dive? me: eh. why? do you wanna convince me? hunter: uh no I don't want to convince anyone of anything ever in my life!!

people: I haven’t seen you in a while me: I’ve been out :) people: have I seen you before? me: oh I’ve been out and around :)

levy: I want cold brew black me: okie *orders* barista: *gives us a cold brew w sweet foam* levy: what is that me: we ordered black barista: it’s cold brew w sweet foam levy: I’ll drink it me: *drives off* levy: this is good. I’m gonna order the cold brew with the load from now on me: THE LOAD

dream of you singing songs in my ear

putting an effort to respond w words as much as possible, as opposed to simply reacting with emojjs

me: *researching different events happening this weekend* me: I am not white enough for this sh!t

came upon r/asburypark and saw a user named "castor pollux" and was immediately thrown in a homestuck daze

ordering sneakers online again, fingers crossed they fit this time

now you’re in my dreams