The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes. What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what is left or abandon it.

this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.

It's you. You deserve this. There is a reason this is happening to you.

Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York

And I told you: I think of a photograph you took of me, up in Montreal. You told me to jump in the air, so in the picture, my feet are off the ground. Later, I asked you why you wanted me to do that, and you told me it was the only way to get me to forget about the expression on my face. You were right. I am completely unposed, completely genuine. In my mind’s eye, I picture myself like that, reacting to you.

I don’t want to know anything, and I want to know it all