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a morning beatific in the indian summer breeze on the day that america fell to its knees

yesterday was 9/11 and no one really said anything. It's weird to not be in new york anyway, but when something that monumental happens and no one can bring themselves to talk about anything besides wanting to wear heels…
mindfuck mindfuck mindfuck

that general lack of clarity i've been trying to avoid since 2009 started has returned in full swing. agh agh agh. however, all one really needs when in a constant state of existential funk (also known as second semes…
oh with a whimper in the place of a bang

i made eye contact with matt berninger on 57th st. whether or not he was checking me out is up for debate, but there was definite (brief) eye lock before he lifted his full hand to his mouth to inhale smoke and then the …
and as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared

what a bizarro week/day/life. today i wore a cardigan and kept the windows open while i did my homework in the late afternoon light. it's getting to be fall. pale september, i wore the time like a dress. i love it. it's…
mad pumped for wednesday, gogol is saturday, i'm not mad at the snitz anymore, ok? arta took these, i love autumn in the city. i've been listening to a lot of paul simon, beirut, radiohead, the kinks, and "hope there…
ugh

i feel like the only thing i really write on here is my fluctuating feelings about the city where i live. but it's good to have that outlet, i guess. i'm in a rut. i need a change. i am so goddamned sick of new york cit…
i'm up, it's late, echo & the bunnymen are playing and i'm in a rant kind of mood. i fucking hate being female in this city. if you are the owner of a uterus, 60% of your day-to-day life is getting sexually harrasse…
whatever happened to tuesdays so slow

times square is the devil's country. the trains were so fucked up tonight that on my way home from guitar, i couldn't get on a functioning train line, so i walked from 42nd st (where the trains died) to 81st st, where i …
give us a toast! give us a light! for every ghost or bump in the night, for every story we should never tell! give us a toast to the nights we gave em hell! sometimes you just really need a night out with the gir…
it girl. rag doll

i don't understand people who actually do things on sundays. i'd never give up my sundays for anything, i like a day to laze about in sweatpants, doing math homework, eating pancakes, having long conversations about reli…