August 31st, 2010
For only love can conquer hate.
August 27th, 2010
Who doesn’t love some vintage ani and a lez playing an accordian? I do. I used to listen to this song, headphones under my high school comforter, rassling with gay and the fact that I had a blonde pony tail and a base tan but still wanted all the cool kids to like me … But also the cute girls. Sometimes things that are written about completely different things speak right to the thing you need them to.
August 25th, 2010
At the top of the mountain that we climbed to see if we could do it better this time. We ran, we walked, we breathed heavy and hard. Some of us even thought we might go number two. But, then, heaving and wheezing and heart pumping went still. And all that existed was this view. What a city.