Exhale Love. #painting #nyproject #poetics #art
Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.
I can’t be more clear about this: Writers support writers. We’re a community, we’re family, we’re all artists. Show love.
Five years down the road you
realize they’re still the only one
who fit you like skin and that
their flaws and faults actually
matched well with yours and
that’s when you remember the
way their laugh cracked you
up before you knew what was
funny and what I’m trying to
say here is don’t let me go.
wildfire by jen
everything i touch turns to ash
i never run voluntarily so if u ever see me running you should start running too bc something is coming