don’t make me laugh.
late night itunes shuffle has gotten me back into music i shouldn’t listen to anymore in the first place. that’s okay with me i guess. this is cryptic; i am cryptic. being in new york is good and weird and i don’t know.
my posts are always either lame/weird or just of pretty girls/clothes. great.
And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image...– Pablo Neruda (via crookedindifference)