Concert outside the White House! #cdnpoli

Why is it that the people who play music too loud, always have shut taste in music?

New year, same old dance. The calendar flips, but the problems stick around like a bad hangover. Resolutions made, already broken. Turns out, a fresh start is just another day with the same baggage, and the only thing that’s changed is the number at the top of the page. Cheers to that.

Cockburn Street from Advocate’s Close, Edinburgh #scotland #photography

Writing is an act of rebellion.
Writing is an act of creation.
Writing is an act of salvation.
Writing is an act of exploration.
Writing is an act of emotion.
Writing is an act of confession.
Writing is an act of speculation.
Writing is an act of reflection.
Keep writing.

Just left the sexual health clinic with a clean bill of awkwardness, walked past the strippers heading to the day shift—looking way more confident than I’ve ever felt—and now I’m standing in line for a donut, like that’s gonna fill the existential void. Turns out, donuts don’t judge

The sky’s out here looking like a masterpiece, while I’m just trying to figure out if I remembered to lock my front door. Pretty sure the sunset’s having a better day than me.

Praise Jesus! Alabama evangelical pastor Danny Pitts has been sentenced to 20 years in prison for repeatedly raping a boy who he was counseling.
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New Wynd Lane, Glasgow
#scotland #photography

Jumping on the #spotifywrap bandwagon. Genuinely surprised big Les isn’t top. But if you listen to ‘down’ by The Spits it makes sense

Keep working hard, they say—there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. But it’s probably behind an unskippable ad about erectile disfunction

Last night’s whiskey still sitting heavy, like regret wearing a familiar coat, and the morning light burns with no mercy.

The hangover’s not just in my head, it’s in the bones, in the soul—like something came to collect what I owe.

Sounds like my bedroom

Calton Hill’s got a view. But no matter how high you climb, you can’t escape yourself. Up there, it’s just you, the wind, and your bad decisions

It’s all about using comma-n sense

Edinburgh’s beautiful in the way a woman you’ll never touch is. You admire her from across the room, knowing you’re too dirty for her world.
Some days you just sit by the window, watching the cobblestones glisten with rain, and wonder why the hell you haven’t left yet. Then you remember—whisky

Whisky hits harder when you’re staring at a castle that’s seen more death than love. I’ll take another, bartender. No one writes in the light
#edinburgh #life #love