New York City was the only thing I had ever felt excitement or affection for, but I refused to believe that the world ended at the Hudson River to the west and the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway to the East.

Emily Carter Roiphe in “Transport”, from Good Bye to All That
It’s chilly and gray out. TV/Internet don’t work. Perfect day to stay in bed, read, and just put your thoughts back together.

It’s chilly and gray out. TV/Internet don’t work. Perfect day to stay in bed, read, and just put your thoughts back together.

It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere.

Danzy Senna

(The most perfect quote I’ve ever read about traveling, this is how I perpetually feel.)

I couldn’t put this better myself.

(Source: goodreads.com, via beautifulszewan)

When I’m walking around, especially in my neighborhood, I always assume that cars will not stop at stop signs. Why? Because I’d probably be in a hospital right now if I didn’t.

Just watched this girl completely blow through a stop sign, almost hitting me in the process, because she was busy looking at her phone…I really cannot fathom what goes on in peoples’ heads when they do this. It’s just so irresponsibly stupid, and there is absolutely no excuse for it.

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