my friend and i walked by ferguson/mike brown protestors last night in the east village.

that was pretty surreal. a huge group of people yelling in unison being trailed by police, both on foot and in a variety of vehicles. the allure to join in and march with the protestors was so strong. if we weren’t meeting people last night we would have and i’d be writing a very different post right now, i’m sure.

You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.

Augusten Burroughs (via oldblueeyes)

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