still up all night to get lucky
I think you could fast forward to any moment in time, and there she will be… sitting on the roof watching the smoke caress her face. Watching the world below. Always on the outskirts of life, just looking in. Passively observing, not attaching to it or even really participating. Just watching. I think she has come to like this place and the solitude that comes with it. It’s quiet here, peaceful.
We can cry because we’re happy. We can cry because we’re sad. We can cry because we’re cutting onions. We can cry just because we need to cry. They’re all completely different emotions… but are they different tears? Photographer Rose-Lynn Fisher wanted to find out in her series The Topography of Tears. She put dried tears from all different kinds of situations under the microscope to see what’s different between them all.
"and I am angry cause I am restless and I am flawed
but you should know that I am wanted and adored
by other men who look at me the way you do
but I don’t go, cause I’m so undone with you”
ahhhhhhhhh man i can’t even with myself right now. sigh.
Your life is an amalgam of a Shakespearean tragedy and the final act of Mean Girls
She smiled at the art teacher in a way she imagined to be “sultry” as he had once called her.
"It’s weird you know, I look at your students now and almost feel like I’m still one of them, like I’m still in high school," she said.
"I know that feeling," he replied, absently stroking the place in his beard where a few white hairs had begun to emerge. "It never really goes away."