I don’t live in Baltimore and I wasn’t up for a bicycle ride that long. I barricaded myself in my bedroom and clung to the space heater, snaking my arms and legs around it’s girth without shame. It was fuck-all cold and my windows had loose lips. I’m in a different place now. One with windows that rattle like teeth chattering every time the wind blows somewhere in the world. It’s fantastic. [via Ana.]