Hello, heaven. Maybe @umbarrella328 and I bought a whole cake and two black and whites and a loaf of bread. Maybe. #wedid (at Leske’s Bakery)
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
I can’t be shaken anymore, by anyone. I’ve got to that point in my life that if you’re not a good person, and you can’t make me feel good with love and life, then fuck off, basically.
Talking @umbarrella328 through what he can expect in his upcoming post-masters degree life. #sickathomeonafridaynight
Sometimes I like to play a game called “let’s decode my notes from yesterday’s phone call that I didn’t have a chance to spreadsheet at the time”. I usually lose. #work
#tbt that time we went to Scotland and it was the most beautiful place ever.
Well, okay. #lovemyjob (at Chelsea Wine Vault)