what’s up i wanna eat breakfast at sidewalk cafes and ride trains and go to gay bars and buy cacti at the farmers market and use my dog as an excuse to always be walking and never update facebook again and get really pretty tattoos and read a million and one comics and wear the same outfit three times in a row and drink coffee in the afternoons and make bad art and whistle my music because i’m happy. i wanna make kids laugh and do good deeds and show people that life is worth living so that i start to believe it. i wanna feel like there is space for me in the world and then not get this way again.