Sarcasm and Sincerity

Nothing feeds the soul better than sharp wit and a nice pair of shoes.

I want to be alone but also with you.

you were last seen walking through a field of pianos. no. a museum of mouths. in the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. no. eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. you were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. i was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. the library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. the cookie with two fortunes. the one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. the beggar, hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. the phone number in the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. the good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. when they play my videos i throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes i watch myself letting you go - lost to the other side of an elevator - your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. my father could have been a travelling salesman. i could have been born on any doorstep. there are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. meet me on the boardwalk. i’ll be sure to wear my eyes. do not forget your face. i could never.

—Megan Falley, “new york craigslist > personals > missed connections>” (via words-in-lines)

(Source:, via allegrablue)

The past is never past

Theres this quote that goes something like: ” I carry too much of the past because I can never find a place to put it down.”
And that’s me with all 10 fingers and toes
I will hold everything against you
Like an elephant never forgets.



Nightshot(s): Apr 16th. Spotted on the Highline @ Night.

Art Installation in Progress. Raw & Thirsty.