When people tell me I can’t wear a denim vest with denim jeans When people tell me I can’t wear suspenders and a belt at the same time When people tell me I can’t mismatch my shoes and my belt When people tell me I can’t wear too many shades of one color When people tell me I can’t wear a snapback that doesn’t match my outfit When people tell me any criticism with what I’m wearing while I’m totally digging myself…
I shrug. At first. And then I say shut the fuck up and go on about my day because no one should mistake me for someone who dresses for anyone else but mydamnself.
“The difference between the poet and the mathematician is that the poet tries to get his head into the heavens while the mathematician tries to get the heavens into his head.”—G.K. Chesterton (via observando)
when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank
I swear the coolest people I’ve ever met have always been short term.
There was this hot lady that came in this morning and we didn’t talk as much until we were half way through work but we were pretty much cuttin it up. We were having lunch and talking about Amazing Grace by Johnathan Kozol and corruption in the legal system and random shit. After we signed out and I was walking out, she asked me if I needed a ride and I said no it’s cool but she insisted so I was like Ohh heey. She told me about her life when she was younger and some trouble that she got into but nothing severe. I told her about a time that life was hitting me at every angle; that I’m often faced with fucked up situations, but that there was always something beautiful that happens shortly after. I kept mentioning “the cosmos.” She told me she wasn’t surprised to hear that about me because I seem like such a joyous free spirit.
I think I glowed after that. I didn’t catch her name until I got out of the car. Y’know what’s funny though? Even after leaving and saying goodbye, I had a feeling she was going to ask me for a ride.
The cosmos are giving me quite an interesting year.
There are some things I’ve documented through the years. A conversation, a memory, what have you. I just thought “well, maybe someday it’ll be useful to me.”
I was told that upon courting my mother, my dad had asked her best friend if he could ask her out on a date. When my dad was falling for her, he told her, “it’s different with you, so I want this to be special.”
I am so much like my father.
When I meet people, I’ll know instantly whether or not I’ll like you.
There was something else but I can’t remember what.