Keith Haring for Sesame Street
I feel like when I say ‘relatable’ what I really mean is ‘resonant.’ I don’t want characters who I feel are like me, I want characters who have emotions so strong I can feel them through the page.
i wish there were more than 24 hours in a day and beverages were $1 and growing up didn’t hurt so much
bodies should never ever hurt when i’m trying to sleep. like girl literally just turn off. that’s enough
I love seasonal fruits they're like girl we're back lol
happy pride month
I’m a simple human i see sunset and be instantly amazed every time
So when y'all stand have you ever just *stands and loud sounds of several joints popping all at once follows* y'know?
The point is to laugh into a kiss, to laugh at yourself, to laugh w the world but not at it, to share your dreams w people who listen to them, to realize when you’re wrong, to apologize even if it’s years later, to eat the bread that comes w dinner, to dive into the sea even when the water is cold, to forgive yourself but not be blind to your self, to remember your friends birthdays, to look for luck everywhere, to be sentimental and unashamed of it, to admit when you don’t know, to hold a shell to your ear and listen for the ocean, to hold your own hand and not shy away from someone else’s, to stop and smell the roses and the night blooming jasmine and the freesia, to live outside your head, to know how to cook for when you’re joyous and heartbroken and ravenous and lazy, to not crush the spider but help it outside, to always rediscover who you are and allow room for others to do the same, to watch the sunrise, to keep flowers in your house, to not let hopelessness poison you
I love you storms I love you sheets of rain I love you whirling winds I love you dark clouds I love you atmospheric pressure I love you thunder I love you lightning I love you bone chilling cold
Alice Neel (F ‘72, ‘81) Unmasked Victoria Miro Venice Il Capricorno, San Marco 1994, 30124 Venice February 12 - March 27
Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems; "Poem Read At Joan Mitchell's"
[Text ID: This poem goes on too long because our friendship has been long, long / for this life and these times, long as art is long and un-interruptable / and I would make it as long as I hope our friendship lasts if I could / make poems that long]





