>see Truck Next To Us On The Highway

For some reason I always have a better time getting things done when I’m not at my house. I’m finishing up my summer reading of The Tipping Point by Malcom Gladwell (I freaking love this book) in Dunkin’ Donuts and it’s so nice in here.

Honestly, I can’t wait until the high school productions of Hamilton start going up.

I can’t wait to see all these shows put on by young people with multiracial Hamiltons and hijabi Elizas, a Native boy playing George Washington and a South Indian girl workin’ it as Angelica.

When young people of color all over the country get to embody the narratives they learn in history class, that’s when this story will truly belong to all of us.

I want someone to hold me while I cry

A Daily Routine by MATCHS on Flickr.

I offer you the sound of a train barreling through empty space, all but drowning out the laughter of a truly happy time

GREEN HILLSIDES AND A BLACK SKY THE NIGHT IS DROWNED BY LIGHT

Why do people keep saying Ophiuchus doesn't exist? I don't exist. Ophiuchus? Ophiuchus broke into my house and has been eating pizza while staring at me. I don't know where the pizza came from. I want some but I am scared to ask. There is a smile floating in front of the beings face, and yet it still chews almost as if through that smile. What is behind that smile? I do no know. It scares me. This scene will haunt my dreams at night for ages. The coffee he (she? They? It?) gave me is delicious.

GREAT OPHIUCHUS GOT OUT AGAIN I APOLOGIZE THEY WILL BE PUT IN THE TIME OUT CORNER

THE COFFEE WAS GOOD BECAUSE IT WAS MINE I MAY BE DEAD BUT I HAVE TASTE 

by Angela Moulton

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