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Hey yall,
This is my final post here. I post semi-regularly on zachmack.me and from there you can find my other social platforms. Twitter used to be a great place, X.. not so much.
See ya around! – at Atlanta, GA
Here’s Ilco Munica with his “lightsaber”
Nobody had the heart to tell him it was a part to his washer/dryer combo.
Here I thought @SarahMillican75 had posted bush on main – at College Park, GA
Since I’m here less and less, follow me on my blog at zachmack.me
And my pseudo twitter memo.zachmack.me – at College Park, GA
Add me on threads if we’re all going there: threads.net/@beardybooknerd
No I’m not having an emotional breakdown, I come to the Orlando airport from London, starving, and muttering “you’re not gonna cry, you’re not gonna cry”… for fun! – at Florida, USA
Would that I could stay in this moment. Possibilities endless and hidden.
I might never be back.
The thought of being still scares me more than the destruction of moving too fast. – at Stoke-on-Trent, England
Sitting in St. Peter’s Square and a man just walked by with a shirt that read “CAN YOU FUCK” – at Salford, England
Ever wake up, not sure what day it is, can’t tell what time it is by looking outside and also: it’s Iceland?
“Someone else’s actions may affect you. But what other people choose to do is about them.”
We were both quiet for a moment.. “Will it…will it ever stop hurting?”
“Non.” Mum shook her head. “But it will stop mattering.”
-“boyfriend material” by Alexis Hall – at College Park, GA
After the storm is warm. wet.
Peace.
Broken and splintered
bits of me
driven into stone
by gusts of you.
Yet thirsty soil
promises
down
deep in darkness
It will not
storm
every
day. – at Atlanta, GA












