Impossible to describe the impression—endless devices inside a noir suit, the talking car, a villain named Mr. Claw—that bad film made on my kindergarten brain, and my jealousy at my cousin who accrued all the MacDonald's toys. All that I remember of 1999 besides the MTV awards.
The #LookBook goes to the first day of preschool, where the city’s universal-2K program’s inaugural class joined Friends of Crown Heights Educational Center: nymag.visitlink.me/ABpw8P
the utter contempt i see on here on the reg for middle class suburban aesthetics… i don’t love the suburbs either but i emerged from them.. something to look into
I had a really nice time last night, I think we had great chemistry! sorry I cast myself prostrate like a wretched hound at your feet, confessed my numerous self-perceived faults, and wept like a mewling babe. Want to get drinks on Thursday