This is what I want; it is 100% what I strive for, and this poem is the most true thing I’ve read in a very long time.
Tomorrow marks exactly eleven months since I landed in New York City. It feels like an eternity ago. I’m the same person, essentially, but an entirely different person, fundamentally, than I was 333 days ago. Unless you’ve moved to a new city with almost nothing except an idea that things would work out, you can’t […]
Since I’ve been a baby, I’ve twirled my hair. I do it when I’m bored, when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I’m nervous, when I’m calm, when I’m the bus, when I’m about to fall asleep, when I first wake up, when I’m watching television, when I’m on the subway, sometimes even while I’m […]
