Missing my father a little more than usual today - his ability to keep me grounded, to give me perspective without belittling my problems, to listen to whatever I have to say without judgement. Missing my mother because she’s home for me.


"Some films are slices of life, mine are slices of cake." 
— Alfred Hitchcock
Still of Grace Kelly from To Catch a Thief (1955, dir. Alfred Hitchock)

It feels like just yesterday I was moving out and feeling nervous about how long the summer is // being apart from the city for so long. Currently sitting in class, two weeks into the semester, feeling weird about how quickly time passes.