I’ve realized that I appear to have grown a “pseudo-mullet” (or maybe it’s full mullet at this point)
I’ve realized that I appear to have grown a “pseudo-mullet” (or maybe it’s full mullet at this point)
Also I’m literally wearing my Brat shirt right now
2016 “Julian” channeling my inner Fred Thomas, seemingly
A Muscle Milk protein shake stuck in a vending machine. It’s one of those square bottles. It’s leaning against the glass haphazardly.
I just wanted a protein shake…
I have had “I’m going to go remove South Carolina” as a vocal stim for a week and counting
a mackerel sky as seen from the window of a library
the sky was trippy yesterday
me telling my coworker how to see the aurora: “you gotta look north to see the northern lights”
the logo in question
just dreamt about a metal band called Lo Borgor, and i have zero idea how they sounded or what their name means, just remembered their name and logo
a flowerpot with a yellow sticky note reading: “hi! i’m recovering from being a drama queen. let me be. thx”
how i’ve been feeling lately
the duality of Julian
rip to central michigan but we’re built different
tragedy struck me last night
personally i think it’s fine, i would feel flattered if someone told me they dreamt about me tbh
heyo! this is happening on the 24th at Makeshift Gallery in Ann Arbor, swing by and hear some music and poetry and stuff your face with croissants
feeling so excluded and disliked. i just wish people would be nicer to me.
dreamt about a Saturday Looks Good To Me board game last night. it needed a d20, d5, and d3 to play it
feeling like a ketchup packet right now. don’t ask.
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the person did eventually realize their mistake and left but man that could’ve easily gone hella wrong hella quickly
fucking hell. not me letting in some random person that nobody in this house knows and just… leaving them there alone. i just assumed they were there for one of my roommates, i had no idea this was some random stranger 😭
Forgot 2 bleet about how I opened a record store 2 weeks ago! Ginkgo Records, Wed-Sun at 3546 Michigan Ave in Detroit
just when i thought this day couldn’t get any worse… 🥲
this poem is called “ways to say i hate you”, and it’s based off of real messages sent to me by someone who i thought was my friend, but in reality was nothing but a bully. just as a psa: real friends don’t tell you to “keep it together” when you’re struggling. just sayin’.
Instantly overwhelmed with sadness. Rest in peace, Brian Wilson. Thank you for reinventing the American pop song and giving us some of the most beautiful, sad, wonderful songs of all fucking ever.
"I'm a cork on the ocean
Floating over the raging sea
How deep is the ocean?"
new poem, it’s called “summer song”
have a pic of me at pride on Friday