I’ve been to Europe twice and still never seen Paris.
(Source: pitchblackglow)
Picture of the Day 2.11.10
Part of the Berlin Wall outside the Imperial War Museum, London.
(Source: kate-really)
This.
I second the comment below. I really hate how the stroopwafels in Australia aren’t the same, or anywhere near as good as the ones I had in Holland.
I need both of these in me right now.
Seattle, Washington
I had similar lopsided intimacy with all sorts of people in Manhattan. There were the regulars at the dog run, whose names I didn’t know but whose lives I got familiar with; fellow runners I’d end up alongside for miles on the Central Park reservoir track, yakking all the way; and, in the days before bulletproof dividers and Taxi TV, cabdrivers with whom I’d chat as we crawled through Midtown. I heard about boyfriends, health problems, family spats, divorce, diets, depression, fertility, makeup, and money from people who I would never have in my address book.I want this so much.