i wanna remind this man on the bus of his own mortality in not a fun way

hey wiretap play “shut the fuck up” by makeout palace

kart 7 for 3DS

:3

i left to throw out my trash, and come back to find a new group of teens smoking and joking around there. i’m sitting far to give the next generation some space, but it’s still nice to watch the cycle continue. maybe one of them will be back as a new person in a few years feeling the same way i am

but i’ve changed far too much since i left for it to feel quite like the home it once was to me.

i’m thinking of the old running bits my friends had about this spot. i’m beginning to cry a little, because it’s all so much, it’s all so *alive*, and i love this city more than words could ever hope to convey…

i’m trudging up the now-overgrown unmarked path to what used to be my old high school delinquent smoke spot with empanadas, flan, and chicha morada from my favorite peruvian place. my headphones are off and i’m listening to the songs of distant speakers and overhead birds alike;

it’s a hot and humid day here in the bronx. there’s people playing baseball and a dance troupe practicing in van cortlandt park, there’s a lesbian couple biking around the paths i used to bike every summer with a dog running alongside them off leash,