I think potentially the most interesting thing will be the people who don’t text you back The people who didn’t wish you happy graduation…. Maybe those people are the ones regretting the good byes. In the mean time I’ll just be standing here waiting for the sound bytes to end. Crawling into our summer skin has never been this hard before.
Too bad love is an etch a sketch/ good thing love is an etch a sketch Rollins is starting to shake me away…. but the real question is when I let someone else take hold of play time
There’s nothing quite like singing Ed Sheeran in a room full of strangers
Sometimes in saying goodbye to someone you’re reminded why you’d loved them
Ironies of today: Love being painful Thanking someone for breaking your heart making them cry Taking a bow on a stage you were never on A homeless black man playing Mozart on a broken violin. Smiling at strangers Going through the motions of being the one said goodbye to, and not crying over those leaving.
…..oyyyy with the men already. 1 almost cried over spilled lattes before ten am And the other is calmly at ten thousand feet…. Here comes summer.
Things we learn a year too late:
“I know, Meghan, and you know with you: I love you so I don’t really wish that you were with me, or helping me because I want you to be happy whatever that looks like for you. Does it hurt? yeah, but love can’t be as selfish as I, unintentionally, tried to make it.”
Today is a day I really wish I didnt feel so much. Fuck the full moon.
Throwing out 16 binders of audition material because you’re taking your final bow on Saturday. #surreal
I think the best feeling ever is having a friend come out to you. Over white wine. Bc if a show you wrote.
“Birthday” There is a boy writing poems in Central Park and as he writes he moves and his bones become the bars of Mandela’s jail cell stretching apart, and there are men playing chess in the December cold who can’t tell if the breath rising from the board is their opponents or their own, and there’s a woman on the stairwell of the subway swearing she can...
I’m convinced I will forever be far too emotional for my own damn good. “Next time I promise to listen to the umpire when he tells me I’m safe” Leaving the yellow dot of paint on my hand until I made my mind up was a little unnecessary….. but you’ll have to forgive me for putting my big girl panties on and being content to no longer be playing with water...
…..I have never wanted so badly to say yes “We all have reasons we forget to breathe”
“I want to feel like a disco ball of fish hooks, so you can hang on my words, how we spin in the small miracles of light.”
“If no one else finds the means to patiently adore you, navigate back to me by map of fallen stars.” — Derrick Brown
When two violins are placed in a room, when a chord is struck on one the other will sound. How can you say people don’t need to be together, Look at all the cities we have built. Listen to the sounds we make When we strike heart strings And hope someone is singing in the same key
Things we learned today: Always gaff tape. Always. Hot glue guns are the new PVA glue. Stress is inevitable. Tea fixes everything. “Jk Rowling “… QUIDDITCH beware of girls who leave you Andrea poems in your art drawer. Nothing is simple. Say yes more. Be open, keep your inhibition closed. My show opens tomorrow.
‘cause I don’t wanna be a witness to this life, I want to be charged and convicted, ear lifted to her song like a bouquet of yes because my heart is a parachute that has never opened in time and I wanna fuck up that pattern, leave a hole where the cold comes in and fill it every day with her sun, ‘cause anyone who has ever sat in lotus for more than a few seconds knows it takes a hell of a...
Because I know you still read this regularly. And you need to know I’m serious and I mean what I say. Recognize this is the only thing that has been about you in I’ve a month and that’s been a conscious effort to extract every facet of you from my daily ability to live MY life. What you fail to realize is that we are both in rehab—-only I get to drink tequila in mine. But...
“The difference between bad living and bad loving is a slipped keystroke. The return key is big and easy not as easy as the space key.”—DERRICK BROWN, “The Return of Christ”
“ Listen- the mathematical equivalent of a woman’s beauty is directly rational to the amount or degree other women hate her. You, dear, are hated. Your boots are a soundtrack to adultery. Thank God your feet fall in the rhythm of loyalty. ”—Derrick Brown
“I could never give you all the daylight you wanted but here’s some of the dusk you need. ” — Derrick C. Brown
“I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees but to be quite upfront and completely truthful you make my body forget it has knees at all.” -DB