That moment when
You’re not who I thought you were
You’re not who I conjured you up to be
Maybe I’ll be one of those sad sacks who move from LA at the end of summer, all dreams dashed.
I need to choreograph something to this immediately.
(Word. I guess I feel the same way about getting a tattoo. Le sigh.)
The bright beauty of this city is entirely too much today. It’s suffocating.
It’s been that kind of a morning.
Beginners Mind- Bright Eyes