Jane Drinkard

She’ll say things like “You know that guy who I said has a big dick but is weird…” “I lost a lot of things last time—myself and my phone” or “in retrospect I would marry him” and you’ll ask yourself why you ever hang out with anyone else.

We’ve all been there.

I found myself reminded of that thirteen-year-old feeling of being unable to communicate, of being so aware of your being, but so unaware of your place.

Color— scientifically defined as the visible spectrum of wavelengths of light that we are able to perceive—is also defined by its ability to make us feel, create and recognize ourselves and others.

Fuck anything else, life begins and ends in “The City”