sunset on the pier
sometimes NYC is so beautiful
❝ Once again, she asked me what I meant. And again, my heart was in my words, but the explanation made no sense. Typical me.
— dance dance dance, haruki murakami
❝ .. she knew, all along, that for her it would always be love minus something, whereas the least touch of her first lover had always been a sample of everything.
— laughter in the dark, vladimir nabokov
