MIDDAY 12:16 P.M. Jeans weather. Long sleeves for the AC. Bike to newsstand, the yogurt place, the good dry cleaner. Try to find appropriate birthday card for J. Unsuccessful. Return to see neighbor has draped his fire escape in Tibetan prayer flags—for the World Cup? Fourth of July? Both?
erkerkerk:

seasonsofreedom:

it’s like that time at a festival when you are so exhausted and all you want to do is sleep but at the same time you want to keep listening and frolicking

My girlfriend and I did this at city and color. It was a night to remember
appetites:

neonflora:

par-adiso:

Looks like someone had fun last night

perfeeeect

wow
classy-pretty:

, unter We Heart It.
Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it — a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good. Unknown  (via elauxe)

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niccoolleeyy:

stealing hearts