stood in front of the oven door with my shirt open to let the heat in. thought of christmas in ohio, 1995.
why do i feel like i'm on a planet in the star wars universe? like i’m on planet naboo.
it feels like i've been here, but it doesn't feel like i used to hide here. both are true.
the exterior of the moma ps1 building makes me sentimental for a place i've never been.
lots of white guys in loafers looking important with their arms crossed today
(ray liotta) -- (acne scars) = matt bomer
cute barista was nice to me again
sorry, that’s not how this works.
want: more arm tattoos, more muscle on arms