When two guys are walking together and one guy is listening to his headphones near them, those two guys are friends and the other guy is an enemy. When two guys are alone and listening to their headphones and walking down the street near each other, they aren’t enemies or friends. When two guys are alone and listening to their headphones and they attempt to use their metrocards to gain access to the subway and they are both rejected by the same turnstile, they are friends.
If you give me a secret, I’ll give you one in return. I’ll lock yours up with what’s left of mine. The fuller the box gets, the lighter it seems. Sometimes I wonder, though, what you’ll do with mine.
I do my best to guard others against discomfort, especially those closest to me. Turns out it’s not helpful, it’s impossible in the long term, and it hurts me.
Have faith in your innate ability to understand the music.
I woke up from a dream of dancing. Filled with grace and joy, I could only express a kind of jerky willingness to participate.
How pointless it is to talk to yourself when you’re not even listening.
When I started lying, I didn’t know the evil inherent in convenience.
At work today I tried to remember how to play the drums. My brother was showing me these guys who play drums for money. I was like damn I could have done that. But I didn’t think that was an option.
So anyways I downloaded a metronome app and just made the motions of keeping a beat. I probably can’t set up my drums here in New York, but I bet I could pretty good just pretending I’m actually hitting drums.
Damn how sexy would I be then? Drummer, bartender, writer. I better start working out.
When you’re sitting alone in the train station clutching a plastic container of over cooked pasta, you’ll realize that her body is merely a manifestation of the joy within, and then you’ll regret with all your heart that you told her no.
You back away from a monster slowly, slowly back into hell.