When that sweet blind lady came into Villages looking for a Christmas present for her caregiver, and I got to hold her hand and guide her around the store, telling her about different objects and letting her feel them until she found the perfect things.
The slow snow day at work when we spiked our hot cocoas with whiskey and smiled extra cheerfully at the holiday shoppers.
Crowding into our tiny bathroom and smoking Emma’s entire bag of weed out of John’s Gandalf pipe, then watching Across the Universe while it poured rain outside.
Meeting that art student from the UK on my way home from the laundromat one winter day. She had a Tardis scarf and we chatted about favorite BBC shows for the whole walk back. I hardly noticed the cold.
Neighbors. Bars. Hours in the library. Long drives to new places. Strolls down to the Hudson.
All these moments begin dissolving together, blending the highs and lows of this year into an intricate flavor that I will never fully be able to describe to anyone else. I feel so different. It was always part of my destiny to come here. And now it’s my time to leave.
talking to new people is terrifying because u have to do all the polite stuff but u also want to know immediately what their opinions on social issues are before u get too attached
stop hating on girls who wanna kiss people in museums or aquariums or art galleries stop hating on girls who want things that might be cliche stop hating on girls who want boys to treat them like they’re magic i will protect all girls with my life and just because they care about things that you don’t doesn’t give you the right to belittle them ok i will fight u