Look, it’s not about being two-faced, it’s about being too vast to be held in one form. Imagine being a question mark in a world addicted to periods. We are slipping between masks not to deceive, but to reveal. We are ever-changing because the world is ever-changing and we refuse to be left behind.
The season begins like a rumor passed between mirrors.
How can you be neither this nor that yet still the flicker of everything between nothings? Beautiful contradiction.
Personally, I am writing poems on the four winds and calling them conversations because what else?
I am two flames dancing in opposite directions toward the same truth.
Sweet Gemini, happy birthday to every single version of you that has ever lived, that lives in this very moment, that is waiting for their moment to become.
9 days until my 28th birthday.
If this were any other year, you’d be prepping your outfit for some chaotic, over-capacity gathering of beautiful people with beautiful hearts and beautiful minds.
I’d say the list was 75. 200 would show up. There’d be a theme (there’s always a theme), and I’d end the night half-dancing, half-crying, full of love, after disappearing for 3 hours, naturally.
If you’ve been around long enough, you know the countdown isn’t about age. It’s about presence.
It’s about the choice, every year, to survive on purpose. To stay soft in a world that keeps asking you to harden.
To remember that joy is not earned by productivity. It’s divine and it’s deserved.
The theme this year is 28 YEARS LATER—something I dreamt up two years ago as a way to joke about turning older, hotter, and harder to kill.
But now it’s an actual movie.
Coming out a month after my birthday.
So yes, I’m psychic. Yes, I predicted this. To the marketing team behind the movie: I’m sorry for not leaving you enough spiritual space to offer me a brand deal or send me free zombie merch. I understand this has been hard for you. I really do. But this one’s mine. It always was.
But the party?
Still happening.
Just… quieter this time.
No city skyline. No line outside. No list at the door.
Just me. A few candles. A timeline that’s finally mine.
In the last year, I’ve watched myself change without asking for permission. I’ve learned to take up space without needing applause.
I’ve let go of people and places and things I loved. I’ve healed things I never said out loud.
I’ve been patient, even when it looked like silence.
I’ve come home to myself again and again, even when I didn’t recognize the address.
Soon friends, more work. More music. More art. More of me, returned and reimagined.
I’m not done building the world I want to live in.
But I’ve finally stopped asking for directions to it.
If you’re reading this, thank you for being part of the story.
I may be far from the city this year, but you’re still here.
I am no one without you.
We are nothing without each other.
TL;DR
I wrote my first full length play…I think?
It’s about a god that snores underneath your very own feet.
The Pope died.
In that very order.
If you know anything about dramatic structure, character development, how to write a play that doesn’t suck, like, literally if you have ever even seen a play please let me send you my play and some follow up questions so that I know that it works and am not actually on the edge of my sanity.
Gratias tibi ago. Nos aspicimus.
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It baffles me sometimes to think, Tom, that your soft and knowing soul manages to survive in a world so sharp and unfeeling. Fire steadying air’s chaos, but not merely for mutual survival. Everyday you continue to teach me that kindness is not loud to be undeniable. That joy can, in fact, be deliberate. That trust can be built (and then destroyed) and then rebuilt. (I will continue to apologize for the first time we met, but you need to know at the 20 year friendship mark I’m just going to deny anything happened, sorry).
My man, you live like someone who has seen the other side of the storm snd every time it rains you go and you lasso the sun to bring back for your people. You know what I mean? I don’t know what else to say I have to stop love bombing my friends. But seriously, happy birthday, Golden Child. I just know you’ll be the one to save us when the sun goes out.
Love you, Tom Tom.
1.) Was going for the Other OTHER Boleyn Girl. 2.) I had completely lost my mind.
This is why I am in there for 2 hours when I shower.
Anyway, what kind of animal would I be if I were not a human being? There are wrong answers and also very wrong answers. Be honest…
Winner gets a surprise!
2024 was enlightening. Started off by helping throw the most impressive party of my life, ended in absolute shambles. Still hot, still sweaty. Next. #PROJECT2025 #DEVOURTHESUN #BECOMESUNLIGHT
Looking back on the last year on Earth from my bones and I just…
You know, I think we can all agree that this year brought a new and incredibly specific set of challenges to both our global society and our little individual pockets of community, but one thing that kept me fortified through it all was the idea of balance…of the intrinsic duality of the whole thing…the concept that all of existence can only exist within pairs.
The idea of ‘good’ doesn’t exist without the idea of ‘evil’…
Big/Small | Dark/Light | Beautiful/Ugly | we all know what opposites are, yes.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that life is so nuanced and pleasantly and not so pleasantly surprising and the multitude of options within every second is something I will never cease to marvel at. Let’s dance with ourselves some more.
I am looking forward to more options in the next 365 or so. Beautiful!
EDIT: There are so many more people that I am so lucky to have in my life (even if they hate me or whatever lol). But even then, to say that you could meet someone on a human to human level for even just a moment is what makes it all worth it. I think 🤷🏾♂️
