i’ve been forcing myself to not layer anything over this shirt the past couple days. this is partially because i don’t have anything that pairs well with a long-sleeved yellow shirt, but also because i haven’t not worn layers in public for— well, for years. i’ve always been embarrassed of myself and my body, even to the point of wearing three concealing layers all summer when it was 110 outside. i’m trying to get better.
LISTEN, I HAVE A TRUTH:
ONCE, ALL NUMBERS WERE EQUAL TO TWO;
TWO WAS THE ONLY NUMBER.
TWO WAS BOTH EXPRESSED AS A THING UNTO ITSELF—
TWO AS THE CONCEPT OF TWONESS—
AND A THING OF MULTIPLICITY—
TWO, CAPABLE OF BEING DIVIDED.
WE DID NOT NEED OTHER NUMBERS.
WE WERE WHOLE UNTO OURSELVES,
MULTIPLE UNTO OURSELVES. WE WERE TWO,
THE UNIVERSE WAS TWO.
NOW WE HAVE ONE AND THREE
AND NUMBERS ARE NOT TWO ANYMORE.
NUMBERS DO NOT MAKE SENSE ANYMORE.
I THINK WE ARE UNWELL.
THAT IS MY TRUTH.
Sketchycommish for Seekerwolf :)
oh wowww keihound has a tumblr
Slurricane: I Love Basketball For Two Reasons by Will Laren
Franz Marc, Dog Lying in the Snow, c. 1911