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