oh now i’m just curling up inside. thank you, yas. thank you for your sunlight.
feelings should come with a name tag
so I can walk up and shake their hands
and say “hello sadness, hello love, hello giddiness”
and know, so when I say three words that I mean them
and won’t break something lovely
(not knowing is like spinning a china plate on top of the Empire State—it’s a long way to fall)
"I’m always sad."
"Are there certain thoughts associated with the sadness?"
"No, the sadness is under the thoughts. It’s like when you’re on a camping trip, and it’s really cold, and you put on extra socks, and an extra sweater, but you still can’t get warm, because the coldness is in your bones."
"Do you hope to get away from it?"
"Not anymore. I just hope to come to peace with it."
This so resonates.
It got a little stormy in NYC today.
I set up this time lapse at my window in park slope in anticipation of the storms. I left to get some food and I came back to catch the onset. I snapped a whole lot more photos when I was there. that is what gives the “slow mo” effect at the end.
This is amazing
Teen Wolf in Times Square
"We always write letters to each other. She wrote me letters the whole time I was in the hospital. When I thought my hand was never going to work again, she wrote me a letter that said: ‘At the very least, I expect you to pick up a marble when I see you next.’ I’m actually going to see her in a few hours. But I still want to have a letter to give her."