Taco truck that only serves tortilla-wrapped down-turned thumbs.
Strong urge to ask any man with a 'top knot' if it improved his dick sucking game.
Depression like a disembodied head blowing kisses into a mirror.
Online dating bio that simply says 'old enough to remember that black people used to be cool.'
Shaking your fist at your chest and loudly thinking, 'god damn dead heart'.
Early morning sunlight spilling through the blinds and illuminating two fingers on a hand and for a moment you think you've finally found something terrifying and new, as if you were young again.
I finally made it, guys! Just signed a deal with Harper Perennial for my memoir. Here's a 'sneak peak' of the author photo:
Placing your arms to the side then slowly levitating upwards endlessly .
Growing old also means finding revelatory ways to fight the voice inside your head.
Instantaneous hopefulness that comes after walking down the street and into a dense cloud of someone's dinner cooking.
Looking towards the ocean and thinking about death.
Tattoo on one side of the ribs that says 'I hate everything'
Alternate reality where failed acts of romance are idealized and turned into shitty novels/movies.
Frequently reoccurring affirmation/hopelessness that happens in the moments when your body makes it apparent it's killing itself off and you decide to just ignore that shit and keep your dick hard and walk forward like flowers were meant to bloom, romance is real, and squirrels never die.