sean navat balanon

prize at booth bear, seaside heights, new jersey, 1978

prize at booth bear, seaside heights, new jersey, 1978

when you decide to kill yourself you have to first develop a checklist, a spreadsheet, a star chart for all the things you will break on your way down.

how strange it is coming to the realization that you've outgrown some people emotionally.

wearing lululemon leggings I bought ten years ago and feeling like my legs have become aerodynamic

friend: are they trying to get my attention?
me: who?
friend: that person walking back and forth.
me: ah, that's my good friend. I think you've both met before.
friend: they looked familiar!
me: *barks at other friend* hey! come here!!!
me: *watches them get along during my show* :) yay friends

waiting for the orchards to release the granny smiths 🍏

that too

at the point where I’m just gonna say what I think and feel whenever the hell I want

feeling tired after having vivid dreams as though I went through another day in life

“I’m queer, help me!”
“I can’t help you.”

three cocktails and I’m sprinting to the ferris wheel

I love driving

“how did you feel about me looking at sniffies in front of you?”
“eh I think there are better uses of your time.”
“what better use of time is there that isn’t sex?!”
“well, you could be making art.”

me

show us your art! :D

I want a lobster

I wrote a song about self-love and a masculine want for tenderness after encouraging a friend to talk to a girl he found cute, it's queer as hell. my solo single, "girl inside me" comes out this friday, yay~

“I love your shirt!”
“thank you!”
“I’ll steal all your clothes. are you looking for a girlfriend?”
“oh, well I have a LOT of clothes.”

all my slut friends love to tell me to put my feelings in a box

"I need to go. the night is calling me."
"where are you going?"
"where do you think?"
"what, the bootyhole lounge??"

suddenly feeling a thousand years old

“why are you sitting like spiderman?”
“I’m gay, I can’t sit properly.”
“what??”
“also I AM spiderman.”

“so if you drank toilet water, you’d win some money. and the guy goes, ‘ehhh I’ll do it. I’m on prep.’ and that is not okay.”
“that’s what I’m fuckin sayin.”

“I don’t trust anyone. all these bitches are out everywhere. and just bc you’re on prep doesn’t mean you can get your ass—“
“what the hell are you talking about??!”
“haha did you like that?”

this morning’s collection of seaglass and shells from long branch, new jersey

"don't go far off."

I need the webcomic Sex Therapy to be printed so I can revel in its story and beautiful art all the time

"I'm no good for you."
"I'm the one who gets to decide that."

planning arrangement and production for a new song—
greg: what do you want it to sound like?
me: honestly... carly rae jepsen

HAAAA they do