Thoughts on Other Thoughts

a blog about life and other things.

the moments where it feels like nobody sees you. You stand in front of them and speak, and you feel as if your words have no weight, like your presence is given. Move in circles in a crowded room, searching for a crevice you can fit into, a task to contribute. You walk down the street and people walk right into you, as if you were the air that surrounds you.

And then, then you underestimate the power your words and presence can have on some people. Something you say in jest is stinging and sharp. suddenly your words have significance, but not in the way you intended.

cannot tell if this is a parody of all middle-aged new york hipsters or they just are

brooklyn french cafe + imminent Wes Anderson = :)

brooklyn french cafe + imminent Wes Anderson = :)

solitary

solitary