helena rubinstein sunglocks//paisley//giant robot//vending machines//black eyes// theramins// sneakers// spacetime// inuits// mythology//polaroids//basketball//swings//sleep & dream// bass//fireworks//treehouses//skateboarding//the ocean//hide 'n' seek//rhythm of speech//writing lists// halloween//existentialism//the concept of pain//sudden change//rapid growth//planes//perspective//the heat from the sun// swimming// dead stars//sleeping in//hello kitty//elf cafe//language//photo booths//gold jewelry// road trips//plane trips//the amtrak//the red line & the blue line//elysian park//bobbi pins//magic tricks//rooftop pools//sf/yan yans//marc jacobs//pho//space 1026//taco trucks//graphic novels//nail art
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...
a bronx tale
curb your enthusiasm
currently reading 'the wild life of sailor and lula'