stanza my stone

bigundies:

dean spade wrote in this essay that he spends a lot of time imagining people on the subway through the eyes of someone that loves them and i’m trying it out right now on the bus and it’s such a good thing, if you’re in public right now look at everyone else like you’re in love with them wow wow everyone looks so neat and comfy i want to see them sleeping in bed and eating eggs and crying during finding nemo

(via superdreaming)