talked with my dad on the phone tonight. He seemed to wonder why I wasn’t on Broadway yet..In other news, {*brain explosion*}. Trying to tell your parents about living in NYC is a lot like being a foreign exchange student
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talked with my dad on the phone tonight. He seemed to wonder why I wasn’t on Broadway yet..In other news, {*brain explosion*}. Trying to tell your parents about living in NYC is a lot like being a foreign exchange student
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Hi Brooklyn
My friend RaChelle and I are looking for a space in the NYC area to live. We want a 1 or 2 bedroom that is dog friendly.
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he has touched my heart (by sprinkle happiness)
happy hoho
…The best road trips always have Wyoming or Montana in them—Big Sky Country—or Mexico’s high desert where the seven-thousand foot elevation is high enough to believe that every falling star might touch me on its descent to the sea. And though I have learned to cast toward the stars, I knew there were never mine to capture. Not like the Greeks: who built myths for each constellation, sent gods into the heavens to forever rest. Imprisoned and yet free. So no, there is no touching this: this astrocytoma—this star-tumor that grows and threatens my humanness, that moves in the gray matter like a serpent threatening to take away my life—that I too might turn to dust, to gas, and rise, held by my own gravity, to the heavens, where I will become my own star alive with myth.
– There is no touching this-by A. Hunter Sunrise
this month I am exploring my rocky mountain roots
VACATION (of sorts) IN THE MOTHERLAND
NO, NOT THAT MOTHER LAND
THE OTHER MOTHERLAND
THE BIRTHPLACE ZONE
ITS MOUNTAIN TIME.
[come camping with me this weekend!]
Do you live along this route? Have a dog-friendly place to stay? Let me know.
I wanted an adventure, and I found one. I fell in love. Happiness indeed. Forget everything else. This was joy. Unfortunately, joy happened to be a very charming, extremely witty, my-idea-of-perfectly-handsome bartender. One who drank too much, shorted too much cocaine, and slept with everything that moved. Good choice. But you’ll perhaps excuse me if I say we had a wonderful time. Anyone who’s ever been in love for the first time with a good-looking, clever, romantically dissolute, and slightly dangerous person will know what I mean. It was not wise. It was not sensible. It was divine
– Exposed: Confessions of a Wedding Photographer by Claire Lewis
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it was my Golden Birthday today :)
interesting to me, a person who often feels so insensitive to change since it has been poured into my life which such unrelenting ferocity. warnick:
Jill Magid, My Sensitivity, 2007 (via Rhizome | Jill Magid and Trevor Paglen in Artforum)
I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is ending up with people who make you feel all alone.-World’s Greatest Dad
