Being back is the worst part. I was dead on arrival. I was gripping his hands and begging him to take me back. Or let’s go to Iceland, he suggested. So I stopped begging and I started researching the northern lights. Okay, I said. But we have to go soon.
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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