the view from his apartment

though i'm not sure who "he" is anymore

the city speaks to me through past windows

who is he

and where are we at this point in time

individually

should i get used to this view

should i just watch the city move

just like the fluidity that is "he"

polariods and red wine last night

songs like this make me hopeful. it just makes me think of being happy and having fun. and that's exactly what i need right now.

the new jag love album (first listen!) and a couple glasses of wine would have been more than enough of a night for me, but it's friday, right, so lets keep it going. a relatively low key, but lovely night in brooklyn after a quick visit to my bro. Music is what is keeping me most appeased right now. we hit a show and a couple bars, but low and behold, jaguar love was the highlight. maybe i need better friends.

and it's not even halloween

I'm seeing ghosts all over the place lately, in music (ghost parties, and a whole album dedicated to them I can't wait for coming out next week), books, art, stupid movies, even the mail.
I've thought very little of my own lately, but I'm concerned about ghosts of the future.
I can't handle any more romantic regrets. Not right now. I'm so afraid of fucking things up. I've been so depressed lately, I haven't exactly been my fun, carefree, charming self. I'm very lucky to have my guy hanging in with no complaints. He's still alive and kicking.

he's alive

he's not profound. he doesnt have a way with words.