prepping for the ball to drop and all that good shit. holydeargod new years is my favorite holiday. i’ve got a resolution picked out to post on my private(s) and am ready to replace all the water in my body with sparkling grape juice, as well as spend it with a darling whom i shall stuff with creme puffs and maybe we’ll even make a poster or something cool like that to start off the new year.
rasterbation? a post each day? letters regularly? some shit like that? who the fuck knows, it’s the end/beginning of the year; possibilities possibilities possibilities ahhh!!
“you think graffiti is ugly? gigantic posters of ridiculous photo shopped guys in their underwear, advertisements for companies that exploit children in the third world, signs prohibiting your movement and telling you what to do, that’s what’s ugly to me. advertisers and governments want to control you, graffiti artists just want to let you know they exist.”—
i most enjoy having my room’s string lights on during the nights between christmas and new year’s eve; there’s just more celebration, anticipation, reflection and joy in those six days than any other part of the year. ahh.