My kind of girls.
spoiler alert: it’s cause his head’s in the game but his heart’s in the song
A Streetcar Named Desire, by Tennessee Williams. 1947.
I walked into this life a lover, and I was carrying a deep hope for you.
It’s so fucking hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but its harder to give up when you know it’s everything you want.
The Greendale Seven.
Dooega, Achill Island, County Mayo, Ireland
A view through the window of an abandoned house.
Photo: Harry Ormond
Kerry Washington photographed by Diego Uchitel
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own dinners,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
The thing is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.