Packed for Seattle/Vancouver, leaving at 6:50 am, ready to people watch at the airport.

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On that hometown OG shit.

"But sometimes, very occasionally, songs and books and pictures and films describe who you are, perfectly."

Hornby

Must attack my boyfriend with love. Shit gets rough, and things are hard. But I always love this man.

Death never gets an easier,

I don’t know why people say that or when in a lifetime death is supposed to come easy.  if it’s expected, it’s still not expected.  Having another life whom you’ve formed a relationship with ripped out from underneath you is never going to be easy; it’s always going to shock your internal emotional well being and will shake your core.  It’s not going to slid off of your back.  It’s not going to declare itself as an experience in which to grow from.  I feel sick when I think of the people I’ve lost.  I have never stopped missing them, and I never will.  I still think about the things I wish I could say to them.  I still think about sitting next to them, and talking some shit.  I loved each person I have lost in a different way, and they’ve all hurt the exact same way.  You question every decision you’ve made.  You cry for days.  You feel sick to your stomach, you can’t breath, you can’t think, you can’t eat.  The fucked up part is that you still have to do all of those things.  You still have to survive and trudge through all the shit, you still have to be a functioning person in society.  A society where we all experience this, but never know who is sitting next to us on the train, trying to defeat sadness.

The perfect companion for a sick girl. #OldCanes #earlymorninghymns #music #love (Taken with Instagram)

Mail is always lovely. #Nas #LaurynHill #Music #love #concerts #tickets #rap #hiphop #legends (Taken with Instagram)

Perfect music for the weather. #tvontheradio #gloomyday #love #music (Taken with Instagram at Orson Spencer Hall)