THE WEDDING
Thank you wise priest
@jajajanusss , for officiating 💒 I am genuinely inspired and amazed by you. Forever honored and grateful… Not only a passionate artist but also a blessed philosopher 🛐
Amazing video is filmed by the one and only
@planet.daniel , the IT wedding videographer, gave me insane footage that I can show my grandkids 👵🏻
De facto maid of honor and one of the last two brain cells of dirty art,
@goodnightrobot , appreciate that you were there helping me through many mental breakdowns and running after the drinks and the cake 🪹
@donatasiscute thanks for carrying LITERALLY everything and being the firework guy. Who else? You are my favorite artist 🪞
My best bitch
@_solame_ , helped me get into my balloon dress, held my dress while I peed AND brought cake! I know am messy but I love you a lot, lucky to have you 🙏🏻
Truly thankful to everyone that showed up, celebrating this monumental moment together was epic, I love y’all 💕
THE VOWS
I am scared and I don’t find this ugly. Ugliness always meant so much to me. I secretly always loved my ugliness, and that is the thing that hurts the most. Ugliness felt like the only thing I could call mine but was always scared to do so.
I am so insecure sometimes I just wanna go hug something beautiful and never let go. I wish I wasn’t alone and I wish to be left alone. If there was a moment where I felt sure I was truly lonely I could finally relax and be in the world.
I crave to feel another’s way of existing but I can’t crawl inside their body, I cant see the way they see the world, and I cried endlessly about this for what feels like eternity. I yearn this forever, always coming back to my romantic schizophrenic ideals. And one thing I hate the most is how well I actually know myself, while pretending like I have no clue who I am. Yet here lies something, some lonely creature trapped, trying to go deeper in.
Loving is such tender effort that it hurts my brain. How brave it is to love knowing the impermanence of things. I honestly don’t know what else to sacrifice but feel this constant impulse to be purified from desire which brings forth even more desire I have to satiate.
I feel sad tha