| A fantasy of old San Francisco as a place overrun with hustlers and sailors, bikers and leather men, teenage gangs and tattooed toughs. Contains non-consent. All views and opinions are those of the characters, not the author. |
| 19 years old, filthy-minded, testosterone driven and aggressive. I am mostly attracted to other men but honestly have enjoyed the company of all. I have a fab u lous boyfriend who I love and look up to, psychotic parents, and a little bro who I am proud of and love to death. I have a fascination with anything dark and extremely fucked up. And no, that does not mean vampires and superficial gloom, I find human history and psychology much scarier than any horror film. I'm a wannabe film student. I spend a lot of time reading Nietzsche, abusing caffeine, doodling in class, and nearly getting killed in the mosh pit. I hang out at Bondage A Go Go and the 924 Gilman Club, where cute punk girls often say I look like Darby Crash. To conclude I am an atheist but not a nihilist, I love tattoos, piercings and eyeliner on boys, and I believe that life is fucking beautiful. |
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
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Photoblog: White Stains Darkroom
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it's here in the smallest bones,
the feet and the inner ear.
it's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen
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"If you hold your dreams too tightly, you'll crush their little ribs." ~We Are Scientists
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Who will love Aladdin Sane?
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