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 touching
the white face, without straightening the tie or crumpling
Let me walk up Broadway past Zaks, past the Melody
past Stein’s Eyes, past the New Moon Inn, past the Olympia.
Let me leave quietly by gate 29
and fall asleep as we pull away from the ramp
into 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
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery (via absolute-quotes)
(Source: , via tattoolit)
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.
Peter Taylor (via theparisreview)
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.”