February 2012
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When I hold your hand. When I hold your hand, it isn’t because mine is cold and I’m hoping to steal some of your warmth. It isn’t something to do because I like to fidget with things. It isn’t me hoping you’ll lead the way. It isn’t because I’m afraid either. When I hold your hand, it’s because at that moment in time, you are me and I am you. I care...
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Bought something called a Potato Knish from Whole Foods last night. Ate it this morning and to my surprise, it was mostly made of…potatoes. Weird.
Feb 21st
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Shout out to my friend Dylan. Dylan is a little over 3 feet tall, Chinese and probably not of the legal age to buy a chocolate milk. He sat next to me on the train from New York to Jersey and interrupted my reading no less than 80 times in a 15 minute span to show me how great he was at “angwy bauds”. “Do you play angwy bauds too?”, he asked. “Yes, I do”, I...
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Taking my daily walk around the city (Newark) today to clear my head and on my way back I passed this church right before my apartment building. Saw a bunch of people with flowers and balloons and even news cameras. I didn’t think much of it. Figured someone was just getting married or something. Fast forward a few hours later and I’m reading about Whitney Houston’s funeral...
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Feb 11th
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Afternoon Chai Tea: Because I want to go to the... →
afternoonchaitea: I can see why anyone who even thinks of loving me would be terrified. I sweep petty things under rugs and hide larger objects in linen closets. I swallow up the soluble things and they spill from my mouth on small argument days but I never walk away for longer than a sunset. And I may not run… Simone writes so damn well…it’s crazy.
Feb 9th
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I love the way art travels. You create something and you put it out in the world. It could be a drawing, a photo you take, words spoken or written, music or what have you. Even how you wear your clothes. It’s all art and it all has an effect on the world once at least one other person comes across it. And once one person has come across it, it potentially can live forever. You can’t...
Feb 8th
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Spring 11'
Last year Spring was a good one. I remember being put on to Frank Ocean’s “nostalgia/ultra” early in March by my guy Chris (he specializes in knowing what music is dope before the rest of the world catches on…also hipped me to The Weeknd, Odd Future, Adele and countless others) With Frank Ocean on constant repeat in my iPod, I boarded a plane to Houston, Texas to keep my...
Feb 8th
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“Unfortunately, one cannot be exceptional and normal at the same time”
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“A warrior accepts defeat. He does not treat it as a matter of indifference, nor...”
– Paulo Coelho
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xbubble: There was just something always so damn... →
xbubble: There was just something always so damn alluring about mob movies. I have this inner connection with Italian sub-culture; whether media-fabricated or real, I feel connected to most parts of its representation. The mob style & lifestyle transcends just Italians to other cultures as well. Aside…   Beyond me how she left out Carlito’s Way but otherwise a nice post by X...
Feb 4th
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