heartbeatcity:

you meet five strangers on a roof on a friday night in manhattan and you have the most honest conversation about the kind of things you wish you talked about every time you sat down with five strangers anywhere in this damn city. maybe because it’s dark and you can’t see anyone’s face or age or outfit or drink the six of you talk about how you feel right this second not how you plan to feel once something—anything happens and you finally, finally feel like a human being and if this is what it takes to find the truth you’ll stand behind the night’s confessional screen, you’ll sit up on your roof till november.

i got “laid off” yesterday. fuck 2010.