it’s immensely nourishing to be in a place where i can express gratitude to the people who held me when i was in a not-good place the slightest trickle overflowing from my cup is pouring directly into my support network. learning evermore what love truly means

my pet peeve in dating discourse is the equivalence of ‘adventure’ with travel. jet-setting and holidaying IS adventurous, but the truly compelling adventurousness is to live your whole life as a quest i’m a journeyman, not a traveller. both adventurous, but distinctly so

haircut appointment booked - tasteful mullét season incoming (next week)

joie de vivre, courage, the heart of a poet, scintillating charisma, and the virtuoso pursuit of a life’s work

to be needy is to be unable/unwilling to stand on one’s own. if you expect people to look after themselves, neediness is an auto-ick neediness is the how the amateur asks for help. asking for support in a dignified manner is a clear signal of maturity (and very attractive imo)

we back into hotboi-maxxing szn sadboi winter is over. thanks to my emotions, i honour you etc but now i am ready for an embodied, jacked, secure and joyous springtime

just like the girl reading this

you can just talk to your local councillor about civic tech, it’s free! they have heaps of ideas about what is actually needed in your local community. your job is to prompt and help them articulate it

the best thing about being a sensitive young man is the prerogative to be a little earnest

tell me what your favourite poem is bonus points for a lil explainer on why you love it

open invite to explain anything to me at any time

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gently letting down a beau for lacking a certain je ne sais quoi feels sad but correct i want a romance vibrating with aliveness! i trust that i will know the One when i find them — “lord i have seen what you have done for others,” and i cannot un-see it

your gym crush (me) is listening to pokemon battle theme music while doing deadlifts you just have to lock eyes and challenge him

if eurydice never died, orpheus would not have discovered that the light of god reaches even the underworld (even if just for a minute)