pack a day, no voice left.
moving to massachusetts too fucking soon. all i've ever wanted, all i've thought about, dreamed about, longed for, written about.
i don't fucking want to go. manhattan, brooklyn, long island beaches for miles, train rides, skylines, rooftops, diversity, absurdity, comfort zone. my sweet fucking new york. the love of my life. massachusetts might be an affair, short, crazy, passionate, not meant for forever. i'm wedded to new york, it's perfect for me. it gets dull but i find new things about it that make me fall in love over and over again.
i'm thinking about this too hard.



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Just when i thought the hole of stupidity couldn't get any deeper, someone hands me a goddamn shovel.
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"In the depths of winter, I found within me an invincible summer"
- Albert Camus
"Today well lived makes every yesterday a memory of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day..."
- proverb
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