My first love
was some insignificant boy
when it should have been
Shower lovers, NYC, 1986
there’s something about this picture that just captivates me everytime. i can never not reblog it
Maple Falls, WA
No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don’t.
things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom, 2013
"a series examining the way that daily blogging for the last six years has changed my concept of privacy. each phrase was directly taken from something that i posted online, but never talked about in person."
everything I like is either expensive, illegal or won’t text me back
I’m 36 and I am at a really good place in my life right now. And when I was your age, in college, I wasn’t. So don’t you let anyone tell you that college or your 20’s should automatically be the best part of your life, or that growing up and being an adult means everything goes downhill. That’s bullshit. I am so happy right now as a middle-aged person. That’s totally a thing. So don’t worry about growing up.
I want you to sit with me on a rooftop at 2 am in the morning and tell me your favourite songs, your family problems and how you think the earth was made
Just a reminder that you’re whole without someone else. You are not a fraction. You’re a complete master piece all by yourself and you do not need anyone else to validate your existence.
Or going to work sick because taking a day off means rent doesn’t get paid.
The absolute truth. Both of these statements
Today’s Buddha Doodle - Spiritual?