Break time between shows consists of me not wearing shoes and drinking sweet tea.

Went to the Schenely Park really late yesterday and enjoyed the subtleties of street lamp lighting with my Polish perogie - whom I absolutely adore. Few things are as wonderful as laying in the grass with your favorite person on top of a hill and seeing the city at your feet.

Dear Alcoholics Wandering The Streets Of Pittsburgh,

Starting a conversation with “I’m not a robber” isn’t the best idea.

Love,
Sydney

Soft arms
Sewn to sheets
In the afternoon sun,
Are no more significant
Than the slurs that
Slipped out of a body
Carried by drunk, staggering
Legs.

One of those days where it’s gorgeous outside but I just dont feel like getting dressed.

We Should Be Friends If You Are Interested In The Following:

Books and tea and coffee and good food and writing and art and nature and nerdy science/math things and philosophy and silly nonsense and progressive rock or just good music in general like WHY? and naps and bikes and whiskey and 3am walks and long conversations while chain smoking and weird people.

(Because enjoying these things alone is just dumb, especially the city wanderings at ridiculous hours)

Wandering the streets, half high on prescription pills, carrying a can of Arizona tea, wondering what the hell happened to me.

Today was a skirt and rain boots kind of day.

Garfield Artworks is so awkward.

Number 6: a tesseract.

Hoorary, science and math and nerdy things.

pittsburgh-love:

Good Morning, Pittsburgh by benpsut

kindagoeslikethis:

happy in the haze of a drunken hour

GPOY

pittsburghisbeautiful:

“Foolish” cross-stitch in an alley in Bloomfield.

If I rode my bike off the Birmingham Bridge, would I be cool like Evel Knievel? 

I’m sick as fuck.

pittsburghisbeautiful:

Graffiti that reads “We Danced Here” under a bridge near the Riverwalk on the North Shore.