If I were a month, I’d be November
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Thursday
If I were a planet, I’d be Jupiter
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a sea urchin
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bookcase with glass doors
If I were a gemstone, I’d be tiger’s eye
If I were a flower, I’d be a peony
If I were a kind of weather, pouring rain
If I were a colour, I’d be indigo
If I were an emotion, I’d be ^___^
If I were a fruit, I’d be a mango
If I were one of the four elements, I’d be water
If I were a place, I’d be tea era
If I were a taste, i’d be spicyyyy
If I were a scent, I’d be air so fresh and crisp it hurts to breathe it in
If I were an object, I’d be a fuzzy blanket
If I were a body part, I’d be theshoulder
If I were a song, I’d be lenders in the temple by conor oberst
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be this
"oh shit whose math hw is this i drew some profane things on it"
The skin on my hands is so dry that it looks like a lizard’s
I’m curious - what are your thoughts on Chicago? I know you have mad love for LA and NYC, but I’m curious.
Chicago is a frozen hell filled with weathered souls. It is the municipal embodiment of an inferiority complex, a place that didn’t invent hot dogs or corruption, but perfected both.
The best thing I can say about Chicago is that the people I know who are from there are big-hearted and fiercely loyal. Of course, none of them live there anymore, which is kind of the point.
I have respect for Chicago, but no love.
archit’s phone conversation with his mother:
"yeah there’s one kid there who’s an anarchist, but everyone else is pretty well adjusted."
"did you find my gorilla mask? the one with the cigarette in its mouth? i want to wear it when i play the drums"