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Marc @marc.was.here

Save a bitch, read a Book. If not in Amsterdam, I’m visiting 🙃 www.marcowashere.com

All I see are empty vessels, flesh shaped with muscle, worn like pride, crafted to fit one acceptable mold.

Looking more Latino than ever

“…who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams, with drugs, with walking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls…” Poem “Howl” by Carl Solomon Uivo e Outros Poemas

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hyterical naked…” Howl By Carl Solomon

Apparently, being a good-looking Latino with quality photos automatically labels me as an escort. It’s disheartening to be called that ten times a week. I wonder if anyone can imagine how that feels.

Faceless, brainless, creeps, catfishers, “bi-curious”, cheaters, and closeted, please stop immediately. Your actions make others feel unsafe. No app should allow unverified accounts to exist; you enable guys to get away with everything. Stop dating these guys, block them, and love yourself!

Does everything need a caption?

Craving cuddles

I feel a weight on my shoulders… which turns out is literally just my shoulders 😂

The sun kissed, licked, and everything in between.

Finally, jewelry that matches all my delusions

Versace wears Prada

Let others be, let yourself be.

Do you like my new 🧢?

Excerpt From The Details by Ia Genberg

It takes just one person to believe in you, to keep you going. The rest is consistency and a dose of delusion to turn dreams into reality. Make sure that person is you.

Unexpectedly, I’ve caught myself writing relentlessly. It’s no longer a choice—it’s become an unstoppable flow of ideas, melting and forming their own pathway, leaving behind a trail, a message, an idea that shaped itself.

Somewhere along the sea

LEEUMELKER by Pippa Pereira

LEEUMELKER by Pippa Pereira

Maybe this is why I don’t make new “friends” 😅 (I’m a bit confrontational). Honestly, it gets tiring being polite to people who only text because they find you attractive. At least make an effort to have a real conversation—books we’ve both read, something that shows genuine interest.

Someone tried to cheer me up by sending me something so ridiculously silly that I never would have thought of it myself… and, honestly, it works like a charm. 😂

There’s one day each year when nothing feels more important than being with you—the day you were born. Because without that day, I never would have met you. And that’s why, every year, I want to celebrate it.

“Any writer who denied the childish element of revenge in what they did was, as far as he was concerned, a liar. Writing was just a way of taking justice into your own hands.” Excerpt From Transit by Rachel Cusk

Dreamy eyes 💭

Sometimes, I dress for places that exist only in my mind.

Amsterdam is missing one thing… Honest Greens! 🥲🌿