was dressed for a funeral.
cried out front of the contemporary jewish museum,
in the deli aisle of the grocery store,
on the corner of 7th and howard,
and will probably continue to burst into tears in random unacceptable public places for a good amount of time.
i recently discovered the song starry stairs by okkervil river and for some reason it's been on repeat all night.
"if you don't love me, i'm sorry."
