When I was maybe seven years old I rushed in to the living room after  watching an episode of the Monkees and announced to my parents that I  was in love.  “I’m in love with Davy Jones.” 
My father just laughed.
I was a little bit hurt because it was a serious thing for me at  seven to find myself in love.  My first love is gone.  I’m shocked  because I thought it would last forever.

washingtonpoststyle:

RIP Davy Jones, Daydream Believer.

When I was maybe seven years old I rushed in to the living room after watching an episode of the Monkees and announced to my parents that I was in love.  “I’m in love with Davy Jones.” 

My father just laughed.

I was a little bit hurt because it was a serious thing for me at seven to find myself in love.  My first love is gone.  I’m shocked because I thought it would last forever.

washingtonpoststyle:

RIP Davy Jones, Daydream Believer.

(via pri-arts)

Glass HorseOur societies oblige us with our marriages, funerals, and even graduation farewells, but deny us any formal recognition of the demise of a relationship, despite its strong emotional effect.

The Museum offers a chance to overcome an emotional collapse through creation: by contributing to the Museum’s collection.