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I think potentially the most interesting thing will be the people who don’t text you back The...

Mon, 13 May 2013 19:22:35 -0400

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...

Mon, 06 May 2013 19:21:34 -0400

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

Sat, 04 May 2013 10:20:12 -0400

There’s nothing quite like singing Ed Sheeran in a room full of strangers

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Sat, 04 May 2013 09:25:10 -0400

dailybunny: Bunny Spends a Lazy Saturday Lounging on the...

Sat, 04 May 2013 09:25:04 -0400

dailybunny:

Bunny Spends a Lazy Saturday Lounging on the Sofa

Thanks, Lucy and bunny Dexter!

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Sat, 04 May 2013 09:24:46 -0400

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Sat, 04 May 2013 09:24:28 -0400

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Sat, 04 May 2013 09:24:01 -0400

Sometimes in saying goodbye to someone you’re reminded why you’d loved them

Fri, 03 May 2013 23:34:23 -0400

Sometimes in saying goodbye to someone you’re reminded why you’d loved them

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Wed, 01 May 2013 23:40:06 -0400

So this.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 15:50:03 -0400

So this.

Ironies of today: Love being painful Thanking someone for breaking your heart making them...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 15:36:08 -0400

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...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 13:22:07 -0400

…..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.

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Sat, 27 Apr 2013 13:20:09 -0400

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Sat, 27 Apr 2013 13:19:23 -0400

Things we learn a year too late:

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 00:59:04 -0400

“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.”

12:57am

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 00:57:20 -0400

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....

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 19:53:22 -0400

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...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 22:58:38 -0400

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...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 20:52:34 -0400

“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 hear Niagara Falls from her rooftop in Brooklyn,
and I’m remembering how Niagara Falls is a city overrun
with strip malls and traffic and vendors
and one incredibly brave river that makes it all worth it.

Ya’ll, I know this world is far from perfect.
I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.
But every ocean has a shoreline
and every shoreline has a tide
that is constantly returning
to wake the songbirds in our hands,
to wake the music in our bones,
to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that brave river
that has to run through the center of our hearts
To find its way home.