Whoa—just had one of those involuntary, inexplicable feelings that only happen while walking in New York City—out of the blue, something clicks, waves of pure pleasure wash over you, then you think how you really, really like New York City a lot and there is no place you’d rather be. Whole thing lasts 10 seconds max.
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George Gurley, The Observer (via animinimalism)
Yes, yes and yes. This happens to me a couple of times a month, what a perfection description of it all by Mr. Gurley.. (via citrongreige)
This happens to me also, specially on spring days like these. (viaaudreyhepburncomplex)
This happens to me— but in Los Angeles. It can be hell with a catwalk, but I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Maybe it’s a “growing up in a big city” thing.