I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
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…isn’t part of falling in love the surprise, the serendipity, the fun of the astonishing, unpredictable, caught-off-guard feeling that comes from getting pistol-whipped by Cupid’s glock (arrows are so passé) when you least expect it? (I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I used to say all I wanted was a guy who’d take me out for steak and champagne; now I’m in love with a vegan who doesn’t drink.)Jezebel’s Dodai, Putting a Deadline on Love: Bad Idea
