cliche name, Joey. WAY. TO. GO.

But seriously. my relationship with this blog is like a bad romance. i go through periods where i ignore it and forget it exists, then something reminds me of it and i get hyper focused on its beauty and can’t get it out of my head. there’s no in-between. i either wanna bang this blog hard and long or leave it wanting more.

yes, i went there.


 i haven’t written any poetry in a while, which means i’ve either stopped being a whiny pussy or i’m devoid of an outlet creatif. 



i just want to wrestle naked with another man. what’s the harm in that?