A gay gamer.
A promiscuous poet.
A cynical cinephile.
An alliterative a-hole.

Sunday video portrait. Song: “Before I Met You” by Banks.

Washing the fresh eggs. #nofilter

Washing the fresh eggs. #nofilter

#rebel

#rebel

Sunday Funday with my main bitch.

Sunday Funday with my main bitch.

I want to live on a prairie, rolling hills and waving grass. I want to read, and drink coffee I brewed and stretch my body on naked ground. I want to dance under stars, not in bars. I want to kiss under trees, not in cars. I want to feel you tremble when I touch your stomach, and the only sound for miles is our heavy breathing. I want to scream out my pain to the mountains, and cry without shame. I want to laugh without worrying about my smile. I want to swim alone. I want to run together. I want to feel small and infinite before nature, all at once. I want to change but stay the same in the ways that matter most. I want to live every day and die every night from the sheer overwhelming possibilities of tomorrow. I want to destroy everything about myself, and use my bare hands to re-build it all. I want to do it alone, but leave room for one more in case.