I definitely didn't think last night would progress, or perhaps morph, into what it did ( Read more... )

One summer night, before I soared thousands of feet into the air as home grew infinitely small, I fell asleep and entered the dream world. While I was there, I took three mental pictures. First, I wished to capture one human being's pure beauty and kindness. Second, I wished to preserve the marshmellow blanket and the unscathed whiteness forever. ( Read more... )

So I was just talking to my dad about the University of Chicago and he's like, "Well you know what the unofficial slogan for the university is, right?" And I'm like, "No poppa, I don't." He responded with, "The place where fun goes to die."

I personally wish to document one of the greatest vacations I've had yet. These pictures only contain a fraction of the fun and freedom I felt while being there. I'm honestly quite upset to be back here in Miami.

At the airport...

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Another one of the ducklings is back - his majesty Chris. I let it slip my mind just how much I enjoy his company and sense of humor. We went to Joann Fabric today, where Tati, Chris and Pat got applications and I got thread. Chris contemplated saying "Damn guys hurry let's go this store is fucking boring" while handing in his application. He ( Read more... )

My best boy Eli is home sweet home, telling marvelous anecdotes about Amsterdam, carrying bottles filled to the brim with Absinthe, and giving me tomato basil soup with some hugging and loving to go along with it. The people at Dose's party tonight brought me back into life (because it definitely wasn't that shitty Bud light.) Despite the ephermal ( Read more... )

Just picked up Rafa who was standing in the powerful winds and the pouring rain...laughing his head off. I love that kid. Anyway, considering how shitty the weather is now, it's hard to believe how wonderfully gorgeous earlier today was. Warning: many pictures. Where necessary, pictures have been censored.


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It's good to have Pat back.


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I've been so lost recently, trying to grasp onto something that I was convinced fit my mold. I've been seeking out comfort where I thought it was hidden only now to realize that the type of solace I was hunting for was an artifical one, a desperate resort. A need to be held again. Thus, I was at fault. I lost sight of my objective, which is to have ( Read more... )

Ryan and I watched Being John Malkovich tonight. It was probably the best movie I've seen in about three years. While watching the scene in which Maxine and Lotte are scrambling around Malkovich's subconscious, I honestly felt for the first time ever that a movie had perfectly depicted an idea that has, for so long, been captivating and ardent in ( Read more... )