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THOMAS DAVENPORT™
I’m on me mum’s train.

I’m on me mum’s train.

Don’t be scared of carbs people. There are no specific foods that can cause you to gain weight. It’s the total amount of food that can cause you to gain weight. Energy in vs. Energy out. It’s not that hard. I’ll get back to my maltesers now. Peace out.

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Missing home

Missing home

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I’ll be your tiny raindrop.

I’ll be your tiny raindrop.

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Interpol  - “Ancient Ways”.  From 'El Pintor', out September 9. 

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Nina Agdal and Thomas Davenport by me. 

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Nina Agdal and Thomas Davenport by me. 

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If you have 20k Instagram followers but 50 likes on each photo, get a refund on those followers you bought because you’re not fooling anyone.

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Yesterday alone I laid everything out on the carpet
Books, kitchen things, objects 
With specific purpose or none
Arranged them sideways in a grid
On the floor there, unmoored
Out of context and then considered it
First the whole picture, then everything individually
Humming along at the deadest pace imaginable
One object, then another, and then the next
And I wondered what they meant there
If they meant anything still

Found notes,
Camping supplies,
A book you bought in the desert,
'Identifying Wildflowers'.
Pictures from vacations,
From parties,

Kitschy gifts we bought from rest stops
On that road trip out West
Objects,
Everything itself
And then memory

All of it laid out there
In the dining room
The living room
The hallway, and the basement, and the kitchen
From that room we called the office
But never used
In the bathroom
Everything laid out there on the floor
On the carpet, out of context

And I sat there for hours

Today I moved everything from the floor
To the table in the dining room
Placed each thing carefully without reason 
Or at least without one I understood or could describe
There, on the table, together and when I was done
I stepped back I realized what I had made
Keepsakes, pictures, letters 
Ordinary objects all collected there

A memorial

And I thought of ones on highways or set by gravestones
All the things you see there but don’t understand 
But still bring a remembered thing back vividly
Invoke someone’s reality when there together 
In that place in that way out of context
And I knew I had to take it down 
Before anybody else saw
Tomorrow I plan to put them all somewhere
Those things
In boxes
Side of the road
Attic maybe
All these things that push and pull me through history
To places I once was, places I might have gone,
Places I ended up going

Postcards
Ticket stubs from one thing or another
A personalized coffee mug neither your name nor mine
Phone cards and old phones
A page from an old calendar I bought once 
At a thrift store and insisted on hanging
That cycles of the moon print
Photos
Old boots of mine

Put them in boxes

And I sat there for hours
In the living room first
Then in the dining room
Moving things around
Picking things up and seeing where they took me
To what place in history
What moment on our timeline
Where we were, where I was, where I thought we’d end up
In this house or on the highway
Driving somewhere near Christmas
In the desert or anywhere else

And I put them in boxes

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Is this whole beard thing over yet? Pls.

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Hot Nigga

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You know those people that don’t have a headache, they have a migraine, they don’t have a sore throat, they have tonsillitis, and they don’t have a cold they have the flu? Those people annoy me.

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