i won’t remember your name, or where you went to college, or anything important when we meet but i WILL remember your favorite song when you were 8 that you played 25 times in a row at your birthday party
daydreaming about dying on the battlefield surrounded by my closest friends and in my last moments they all forgive me for coughing like a little bitch every time we smoked together
Anonymous:
Humans pretend to be good in small ways for social clout but underneath where it counts, very definitely all selfish and bad.
“before air-conditioning” by arthur miller; do the right thing (1989)
dir. spike lee; “born to beg” by the national; “fire next time” by
jennifer packer; “going to queens” by the mountain goats; “sunbathers on
the roof” by john sloan; “heart museum” by durga chew-bose; from ‘tar beach’ by susan meiselas; “the end of love” by florence + the machine; from ‘NY in the 80s’ by steven siegel; “summer in the city” by the lovin’ spoonful
