just pics of my mom back then when they rebelled about franco and just were. so on saturday night i got stuck on the L train for 50 minutes because someone threw themselves infront of it. i only had to go one stop, off at bedford. because the emergency brake had to be implemented, we were down there for a long while. and it made community. people started passing around their bottles of gin, some girl started singing, it was actually really good. i met this marc jacobs denim designer and a band with a cute blond boy and eric a half puerto rican half italian aspiring hip hop artist. so even though we all hate the damn L and i didn’t get to the party in williamsburg until 12.45, it was alright. friends friends!annabelle’s poem:
i’ve caught you with your
-almond sticky, walnut sweet-
hands in the bread dough.

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