Beach aesthetics


Manhattan at 6 a.m.

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,<br>
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster<br>
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare <br>
from the grave so he can tell them every reason<br>
why he wishes he were born in a time where <br>
he could have a damn Gmail account. <br>
The day after I taught my mother <br>
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted <br>
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.<br>
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.<br>
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in<br>
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club<br>
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.<br>
Send angry letters to state representatives, <br>
as we record the years first sunrise so <br>
we can remember what beginning feels like when <br>
we are inches away from the trigger. <br>
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle<br>
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did. <br>
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.<br>
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selfies a day. <br>
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers <br>
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.<br>
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account, <br>
and we all would have checked it every morning while we<br>
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people <br>
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes. <br>
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds <br>
rewatching JFK’s assassination and <br>
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos. <br>
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting<br>
what my fathers voice sounds like. <br>
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook<br>
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.<br>
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like <br>
or how grasshoppers procreate. <br>
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips<br>
in public parks on my cellphone <br>
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay. <br>
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed <br>
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search<br>
how to say I love you in 164 different languages
b.e. fitzgerald (via crackademia)


morning view, san francisco, chinatown, 857 clay street, flat 412

see that window? the one on the top floor w/ the half-open curtain? the first night i moved in, i saw two little heads poking through the curtain; they must have been curious who the new girl in town was. to show that i came in peace, i grabbed one of my teddy bears, placed him by my window and let him sit there for a few days. every couple of days since, i’ve been replacing each stuffed animal with another stuffed animal for them to giggle at. paco the bear, danger the moose, or yoda.  actually, around 7 or 8 o’clock, you’ll even start to see two little heads peeking through the curtain when i come home and my light turns on. a lot of people have been asking me how san francisco has been. i’d rather just share this story.

Interlaken, Switzerland

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