Gosh, I miss 11231.
No time like the present for a new start.
Let me please look into my window on 103rd Street one more time—without crying, without tearing the satin, without touchingthe white face, without straightening the tie or crumpling the flower.Let me walk up Broadway past Zaks, past the Melody Fruit Store,past Stein’s Eyes, past the New Moon Inn, past the Olympia.Let me leave quietly by gate 29and fall asleep as we pull away from the rampinto the tunnel.Let me wake up happy, let me know where I am, let me lie still,as we turn left, as we cross the water, as we leave the light.—Gerald Stern, “Let Me Please Look Into My Window”Photography Credit Gottfried HeInwein
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Where soul meets body
West Wing + beer+ lounge clothes= Sunday Funday
…I think every fantasy I had as a little girl is coming true.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself to remember reality is better than any sweet little scenario I’ve ever conjured up in my mind.
I am the luckiest.
February loves you back! (Photo via darylrosemd)
cry every single time.
“For you, I’ll give the world
For you, I’ll never be cold
‘Cause I feel that when I’m with you
It’s alright, I know it’s right,
And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score, and,
I love you,
I love you,
I love you
Like never before.”
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