sometimes man will walk into a tree and get angry, as if the tree could have chosen to be somewhere else

Yeah sure that Rainbolt guy can find a random street in Brunei or Kyrgyzstan from a single frame. It’s undeniably impressive. But can he find purpose, meaning, love, happiness?

@troutpilled that’s a massive hook. some people might even think it’s too big tbh like that could really hurt

@mountainpilled #Yup

Coming to conclusions. Arriving at them, even. But never jumping. No, I always remain stolid whilst concluding

this is what life’s about right here

@troutpilled poetry

I once had a hollandaise-smothered, lefse wrapped Western omelette at the Norske Nook in Rice Lake, Wisconsin and it changed the course of my life forever

the kind of pancake that can alter a man’s trajectory in life

@fin_martre aspirational

@josephsbool poet, writer, or Investment Banking Analyst

My friend, seeing me pull up TouchTunes: Dude, please tell me you aren’t going to play Feathered Indians again Me, paying 5 credits to Fast Pass Feathered Indians to the front of the queue: I absolutely, 100 percent, am not going to play Feathered Indians again

Actually, I do think that my tolerance for cold makes me better than you and indicates a more resilient spirit. And yes, I am going to ignore the fact that I start sweating immediately and profusely above 85 degrees and dismiss it as immaterial

Setting is a such central character in my life. The Upper Midwest, Minnesota and parts of Northern Wisconsin more specifically. So deeply ingrained into how I think and write and who I am spiritually, morally, socially. The next place I’ll move is 6 feet below where I am now

thank you for posting that beautiful image of the sky on X, the everything app, friend. though I have seen the sky thousands of times, each time it awakens a great enchantment in my soul, never quite once the same

biking through the suburbs, halogen street lights guiding you. a gentle breeze provides respite from the thick August air. going to get frozen yogurt with your friends. sitting on the rubber coated iron benches amidst tail light glow, fireflies, a billion stars

@whiteguyfieri eternal summer leads to sloth and indifference

@troutpilled bro I completely forgot to have my mom sign the permission slip

Can’t believe I used hermetic in a blog post when I meant to use eremitic. I know my 16 readers expect more from me, and I deeply apologize for this unfortunate faux-pas. I would say that it won’t happen again, but I don’t really edit, so it probably will.

RT @toomuchistrue: (at a job interview) you wouldnt be treating me like this if you knew the howling windswept depths of my soul

@sunk__costs hell yeah