I’ve been with five hundred guys mentally, but him; he’s been in at least four long term, live-in relationships since then. How can you even move on and do that same thing again, like even after two? And they look like the same exact people too. So strange. Well… actually, never mind.
Something happens when I head to the east. Way more interested in soaking in the air, sounds, and sights; the honking of the cars, the hustling and bustling of people, random music, everything. Sitting on the rooftop watching people walk. Two years ago I went into a spell of whatever the f it was when […]
Missing people when they’re right here Thoughts of missing people when they’re gone Memories of people and missing them Missing people when they’re right here Thoughts of missing people when they’re gone Missing what could have been Missing when there’s nothing really missing Missing people when they’re right here
It’s two hundred thousand years later And I think about you Where you roamed, what you saw, what you felt How you lived. I look at my hands, and notice that they’re so pristine. Yours must have been bruised, and maybe the lines that run across your palms were darker. Hello from the future. We’re […]
Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching In the night… Streetlight people Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night flint delta blinds
Why am I teary unexpectedly? Could it be the love for my grandparents, the loss of a family member, goodbyes of all kind, The limping dog down the street Quick infatuations, and false expectations Sweet motherland, who seeks no expectations Being sick in this heaven full of empathy Asking for nothing in return, but only […]
The more you see how temporary everything is, the more you want to be extremely nice to everybody. Reminders, from today To the war veteran on the wheelchair, sitting outside on a warm day The young woman alone with a child To the young man huddled in the comfort of his cheap phone The beggar […]
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JD Samson former member of the feminist punk band Le Tigre, shows director Barbara Anastacio around her Brooklyn flat – Read the feature on NOWNESS. My Apartamento: JD Samson – NOWNESS from NOWNESS on Vimeo.
Don’t torture me with pleasant morning air seeping through my bedroom window I’m lying here under covers crying about my hometown, family, old friends, people, everyone, and everything that I miss 2009/06
They say you should “appreciate the finer things in life” like “enjoy the annoying company of people around you” or “don’t look at your phone while walking– look at the marvelous hoard of strangers in front of you” or “don’t put your headphones on when you’re outside, you should appreciate the beautiful screaming of people.” […]
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