Reason #576 to love New York.
The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.
Dill Pickle Wheat Thins for the win.
I have a summer cold and this is how I feel.
Give yourself some credit Coolness. You’ve been through some shit. And you didn’t become a piece of it.