Waterproof

“To all those who care,
You can’t forever.
Time steals the years,
And your reflection in the mirror.
But I can still see the story in your eyes,
And the timeless passion that’s never died.
While your skin became tired,
Your heart became strong.
The present became the past,
And your memories like a song.
Since two words don’t say “thank you” the way they are meant to,
I’ll try all my life to be something
Like you.”
- Crystal Woods

“𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘥, she would repeat to herself over and over, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘥. As if she might one day convince herself. Or fool herself. Or convince others - the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘥. ...And each morning she would wake with it again in the cupboard of her rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon she was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone-else somewhere-else. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘥.” - Jonathan Safran Foer

“I never felt at home in the real world. I didn't know how to connect with the people there. I was afraid, for all of my life, right up until I knew it was ending. That was when I realized, as terrifying and painful as reality can be, it's also the only place where you can find true happiness. Because reality is real.”
-Ernest Cline

Share the city with you

When no amount of coffee is enough

“Beginnings are easy, but after that, happiness takes some work.”
- Liz Thebart

Playing on the Picasso

“What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and need to live but not the ability.”
- Charles Bukowski

Nearly

“In this era, be careful of your conversations, because you are just three seconds away from a screenshot.”
- Olawale Daniel

Jungle of Glass

“no,
it’s the continuing series of small tragedies
that send a man
to the madhouse...
not the death of his love
but a shoelace that snaps
with no time left...”
- Charles Bukowski

Lost in Transportation

“When you are old and grey,
and full of sleep
and nodding by the fire,
take down this book
And slowly read,
and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once,
And of their shadows deep.”
- W.B. Yeats