Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.

-- J.D. Salinger

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Come on, baby, tell me what you miss about.Come on, baby, tell me what you'd do without me.Thank me later. Maybe when it grows on you, after about 10 or 15 plays ( Read more... )

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First things first: I have a happy secret
The next bit’s worse. I intend to keep it that way!

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Maybe we all want to be somewhere where we won't need to hide things or have regrets. Places where certain songs sound like the wind, make the air smell like its going to rain and allow you to believe that your luck is never going to run dry. Some gap where it isn't out of place to be reckless and impulsive because the nights end too soon ( Read more... )

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