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)

Saturday, April 24, 2010

about a boy





I keep forgetting to tell you 
I think you are extraordinary.
























photo credit { 3 of hearts }

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