my sweet baby.

she lied and said it was her birthday.

to little bits and pieces.

you rode a trolley.

as much as a moment with you.

"Like nonreligious man’s crypto-religious behavior when dealing with the sacred,
he too, can pass through time when, for instance, memories flood his mind
listening to his favorite music or waiting for the one he loves to return from a trip."

when the night has left you cold and feeling sad.

won't stop till its over.

kristin: "want to go to boomerangs right now even though you aren't working as much anymore and should be saving your money, and you have a bunch of homework to be doing today thats due in the morning?"
me: "yep."

and, boy, am i glad i did. look what i finally found!!

and i don't want to know where will you go.

like tears, like smiles.

fambblyyyy. !!

everything's always easy when you never have to choose.

here you are, ms. koerten.

was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?

and flowers in your hair.

love will not break your heart.

night has always pushed up day.

and there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.

i still love the rain and this weather doesn't bother me all that much.
and i don't know why.

unmarked helicopters.

Felix Gonzalez-Torres
"One of the pieces for which he got wide recognition about eight years ago was this billboard project. Images of an empty bed appeared on commercial billboards around the city. What was great about this piece is that as it was situated in the public domain without any explanatory text, everyone who saw it could interpret the piece differently.There was something incredibly sad about it. The implication to me was that now the bed doesn’t have two people in it. Something has happened. Something is missing. Something is absent. To me, I saw it as a testimonial to his lover, who had died. So you don’t literally have the information, it’s completely enigmatic in its way, but it has some sort of lingering emotional impact on you. You bring all of your stuff to it and you go, ‘What’s with that bed?’"