Okay, I’ve found the most beautiful person in the world.
[on losing his father to cancer at 7-years-old] I found myself in a pattern of being attracted to people who were somehow unavailable, and what I realized was that I was protecting myself, because I equated the idea of connection and love with trauma and death. I had to do a lot of work on the couch to really get to a place where I was able to show up to a relationship with someone who was actually capable of being in one - and that took a lot of trial and error. And I’m still working on all that stuff - that will never stop. But I definitely want kids… I want to share.
June 7th, 1942: Edward Hopper completes his best known painting, the seminal Nighthawks. When asked by a Chicago Tribute reporter about the philosophical meaning behind the diner having no clearly visible exits Hopper responded, “Shit. Fuck. I did it again. Goddamnit. Fuck. Not again. I did it again. Shit." and slammed his hat on his leg.





