(I’m The Crazy One Who Thinks That Words Reach People)

James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk

"Oranges" - Gary Soto, June 1983

one of my very favorite poems. that last line slays me. it has stayed with me for years and years.

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary, August 1921

caught my desk at golden hour and got some lovely and warm pictures!

To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton

Studying like this so I can get into Columbia and live out my New York dreams.

We do not need to get rid of anger in order to give up hatred.

We do not need to renounce enjoyment in order to give up desire.

We do not need to neglect our safety in order to give up fear.

Cease to indulge the feelings that, while pretending to be necessary, actually destroy the world.

oh september, how you have my heart.

Mahmoud Darwish, Life To The Last Drop