People are in love with you. Your best friend is in love with you. The whole second floor. Half of your graduating class. Even the successful ones. Even the lucky ones. Everyone is in love with you, but I’m not. I make a point of it. Every day I think about one thing I hate about you. Today I picked your eyes. I wonder if you could tell. I didn’t look, and when I did, I made sure to notice exactly what was so ugly: You have bulldozer eyes. You blink like a baby fish. Your pupils are semi precious stones.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
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