I’d known since I was five, when my parents forced me to move to California, that I was going to live in New York eventually, and that everything in between was just a horrible intermission. I’d spent those sixteen years imagining what New York was going to be like. I thought it was going to be the most exciting, magical, fraught-with-possibility place you could ever live in; a place where if you really wanted something, you might be able to get it; a place where I’d be surrounded by people I was dying to be with. And I turned out to be right.

-Nora Ehpron (Writer and Film maker)

Tuesday, May 3, 2011





The truth is
I gave my heart away a really, really long time ago
and I never completely got it back.



Sunday, May 1, 2011

Are you a realist or a romantic?

Stephanie:  He said, "Yeah, I'd Fuck that."
Me: Oh, that's…
Stephanie:  What?
Me: Well I would prefer he said something like, "Man, I'd hold hands with that" or "Damn, I'd grow old with that."
Stephanie: ….

This is what happens when a realist and a romantic talk about relationships.  The truth is, it's difficult to still believe in romance in a city where people jack off on you in the subway.

Side note: whenever we see a cute guy now we say something along the lines of, "DAMN…I'd play scrabble with that."


Saturday, April 30, 2011

“The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance, but live right in it, under its roof.”

Cherry Blossom Festival










Wednesday, April 13, 2011

his heart

Today's topic of conversation was
If you could take one quality from your ex and put in another person…what would it be?

Stephanie: His body.
Catherine: Yeah probably his body.
Me: His heart.  
Stephanie: *gagging sounds*


My friends are hilarious.  




rainy days and semi-new glasses.





Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Colette Saint Yves.