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This is My New York

This is My New York


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For really to think about someone means thinking about that person every minute of the day, without letting one’s thoughts be diverted by anything—by meals, by a fly that settles on one’s cheek, by household duties, or by a sudden itch somewhere. But there are always flies and itches. That’s why life is difficult to live.

— Albert Camus, The Plague (via feellng)

People living deeply have no fear of death.

— Anaïs Nin (via observando)

I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.

— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via wordsnquotes)


when you see a dog from across the street 


The existence of other people is essentially awkward.

— Lionel Shriver, Checker and the Derailleurs (via feellng)