kail

The leaves outside my window are yellow like my favorite color which is something you say a lot when you hang out with kids and I think I last explained why because of the sun and my hair and my childhood bedroom. I like that you have to explain yourself to kids. Sometimes we really don’t know why—but to feel must mean something. To observe. To exist. To experience joy.

So happy to be back in new york im obsessed with people watching

creativity is an everyday commitment and not an act of god although it is the hands

EARNESTNESS IS IN!

Everyone is an artist. Everyone is creative. Not everyone is committed to the craft. And not everyone calls themselves an artist. That is the difference.

And I know they say opposites attract but I like that the trashcan is littered with raisins

You know I’m going through it when I want to write about my crush like Carrie Bradshaw…In this city full of millions of people, how come he was still the only one on my mind? I wasn’t sure the meaning but I enjoyed the drama. And just like a sale on pursues—romance will come again

What a privilege to love again and again and again