New York and I have this understanding. A pact or even better, a pinky promise. It goes like this: as long as I keep admiring her, she’ll keep me safe. If I don’t look for her dark allies or rats, then she won’t show them to me. Sure, it might make me naive, oblivious, perhaps ignorant.
But hey, it’s what works for us.
If nothing else, she surely has me wrapped around her finger.
There’s a place in my heart that believes in everything. A place that thinks of everyone in the highest regard, every moment with the utmost optimism. There’s a place where I believe I am capable of everything, of anything. A place where no one can hurt me, a…
If you want to know the truth, you probably don’t. Because once you do, you can’t go back to not knowing. And they say ignorance is bliss for a reason, because it really is sometimes. It’s easy to love the people around you when you don’t know the…
I hate New York right now. It’s crazy because I never thought I would say those words. I used to walk around, feeling so inspired and drunk in wonderment at it all–the people, the buildings, the lure. Really, I was a fish on a hook. New York had…
Saturday Nights In New York, a free Saturday night is like the most seasoned chip at the bottom of the bag. It’s Wonka’s golden ticket or the twenty bucks found in last season’s jeans. In the city that never sleeps, with many good friends close by, the plans…
When I think about Squire’s Diner, I think of meals in-between classes, warm coffee on cold winter days, and my good friend William. This has been one of our favorite breakfast spots since I stumbled into it about a year ago. If you’re looking for a solo spot,…
There’s moments without you. Sweeping weekends and slippery weeks. Months when I fear you’ve abandoned me. Or even worse, that I’ve somehow abandoned you. I never could, you know. Not truly. I think even in these blocks, you scatter my mind. Unconsciously and unaware, writing my e’s in…