i can feel a rip in my heart. it started a few months ago, and its grown with each passing day. i can fill the hole, sometimes, but other times, there isn’t enough to patch the tear or the tears.
how i crave the peace and quiet. life without the horns, the trains, the cars, the people, the traffic, the screaming, the rockets, the church bells, the loud music, the incessant chatter… there’s no end. i wasn’t born for the city life.
Smart people talk about ideas. Common people talk about things. Mediocre people...– Jules Romains (via wtyang24) (via borgomani) (via quote-book) (via streusand)
today was a hard day. nothing special in particular happened, but it feels like I’ll be stuck here forever. i hate that feeling.
it’s been raining a lot here lately. i really love it. it cleans the the city. and then there’s that smell of rain, the steam rising from the hot pavements. sometimes it reminds me of London, and i get sentimental. it’s strange how you miss the small things.