Babbar

Empty head

Love a good to-do list

Hot take but I believe vehemently that “To” holds the intention, romanticism and personal touch we credit “Dear” with, although “Dearest” is the supreme especially considering some of the greatest love letters ever written (Napoleon to Josephine)

Got told I have failed as a gay guy on Instagram because I don’t post any thirst traps or shirtless photos or vacations, and no one cares about books.

No more obscure bad quality polaroids/disposable film photographs of fire island please, we are tired.

Only women can save us

Going back to the scene of the crime tonight (place where I had my heart pummelled)

Sending out a SOS to Murray Bartlett

Happy National Nut Day, shoutout to Almonds and Hazelnuts

Sports Car is truly Tate’s Magnum Opus

Friend called me out for being in a lesbian interlude in life for too long, it’s a lifestyle now, it’s UHaul or bust.

Very me coded

Bought three 5inch Nike shorts and ripped them all in a week, replaced with 7-9inch and PR’d, once again proving my body is not made for 5inch.

It’s funny how after heartbreak you categorise everything in your life before or after him, as if clues to what was to come and remnants of what’s left behind.

Trying to organize my closet and truly have nothing to wear

Woke up from a nap and you know what that means

Crispy fall day today which can only me lots of Simon and lots of Garfunkel

Just an fyi, I’ve never moved on from this, stuck here forever.

Starting today if I ever post an Instagram dump, I give everyone the right to take me out back and old yeller my ass, single post or bust.

It’s a Stevie Nicks day, preferably acoustic, specifically Gypsy.

Gay men now will go to therapy, but instead of implementing any change create another gay app no one asked for.

I want to be part of a band that does Halloween song covers only for the month of October and no one knows our identity because we wear pumpkin heads. Think Joy Division meets Halloweentown meets the Stones meets Hannah Montana.

My judgement of character has been so wrong the last two years, need to spend time with the Dalai Lama.

When did flirting over apps, socials, texts become so cheesy? Everyone just universally clocked into the greeting card factory at the Kia Asylum in the 1950’s.

I don’t if it’s hysteria after one of the best back days in weeks or what but I have never laughed as hard as I just did watching this weeks RHOSLC (yes I peed a little)

So nice when “cool” gay guy turns out to be an asshole and boring so you can unfollow and feel light

I shaved.

Another gay guy on Instagram with the perfect body to obsess over unlocked, time to curse all mirrors, cameras, genes, biology and what else

A very, very Think of You by Rodriguez type of morning, especially with this Venus retrograde

Once I hit my goal weight/size, maybe then I can finally start tattooing my arm

Why are rest days so hard (mentally)?

Everyone wish the ultimate Libra diva supreme @jorcald.bsky.social the best and happiest birthday ✨

Spending extra time on the adductor machine tonight to help start landing these front splits

Sometimes I wish I was a 20 something gay in the 90s or early 2000s so I could have been a florist.

A painfully beautiful take on being single, gay, and feeling eternally broken but never knowing where the cracks are, if there is a piece missing, and if glue or anything at all could help repair. Using a pull quote to repost felt like a disservice to the kind of writing that feels like a mirror 🫂

Back to say it is not Locktober, it is Lock-In-tober, time to grow some more.