kelly surdo, dying angels
this was a writing piece i made on the floor of the computer lab at school during after hours. i had been adamantly emotionally unavailable for a dangerous amount of time. it was a moment when something had cracked inside my chest and i felt something warm inside of myself for the first time in forever. i was beginning to let others in again in a way that wasn’t explicitly destructive. i jotted the phrase down as an iphone note, packed my things and walked quickly back to my apartment. the print itself i made at parsons, ronika was allowing us to make prints of some of our work in hopes that a physical form of these pieces that lived solely on the internet would protect me from my demons at bay, at least that was the idea. i think it worked because i still carry them. the piece of silk was the only present i received for my birthday this year, a gift from a good friend who said the texture felt important and reminded them of me. it’s all that mattered. together they make something much greater than me.  

An elevated view of the private gardens in Christchurch, New Zealand, January 1972.Photograph by James L. Amos, National Geographic

Jeff Wall

found this pond tucked away behind the trees when I was at the fair


I want one of those marriages where they’ve been married 20 years but are still crazy in love and still cuddle on the couch and kiss a lot. I want those kind of marriages that make my kids nauseous because how in love their parents are.

I just started college and I'm deathly afraid i'll make no friends


u’ll definitely make friends, be open and talk tool say hi and smile, attend to events and be active in the social life, float w ppl u find interesting and be open about ur interests, that’s how the right ppl will find u but just let it happen, it will be ok