How many years do we wait for something truly terrible to happen? I will wait five and then make it all happen myself. The waiting is the worst part. We are painstakingly unaware; we could be, like, staring at our hands with strings of drool from our lips. That sort of wait is the worst. Five years from now, I swear, and then it’s over. I’ll make it rain or I’ll run away trying.
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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