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“Carried Away”
Going home to one girl every night is super cool. Just going home and getting on the floor and playing with your child is super cool.
Kanye West
How to end a Sunday.

How to end a Sunday.

It’s that time again…. 
Nutella cone & vanilla ice cream with dulce de leche, sea salt and extra dark pretzels.
#dreamsmoneycanbuy

It’s that time again….
Nutella cone & vanilla ice cream with dulce de leche, sea salt and extra dark pretzels.
#dreamsmoneycanbuy

….cause it’s Friday. 

"I may not be the right one, it might not be the right time" 

humansofnewyork:

"In my heart of hearts, I wanted to do the right thing, but selling drugs was easy. Everyone was doing it. I mean, I’m not using that as an excuse, I made my own decisions. But I grew up around these Robin Hood figures who would sell drugs, then buy supplies for kids who were going back to school, or pay rent for an old woman who was about to get evicted. All my friends were doing it. It almost seemed fashionable. I never felt proud of it. I always thought I’d transition to a job with the Transit Authority, or a job like this— something I’d feel good about, but instead I transitioned to jail. I did six years. When I got out, it was tempting to go back to the easy money, because everyone around me was still doing it, and I couldn’t get a job. But luckily I found an agency that helps ex-cons, because there aren’t many companies looking to give people a second chance. I’ve had this job for a few years now. You know what product I’m selling now? Myself. Everyone around here is my client. Times Square is a drug to these people. And I’m picking up all the trash so that they can have the full Times Square experience."

humansofnewyork:

"In my heart of hearts, I wanted to do the right thing, but selling drugs was easy. Everyone was doing it. I mean, I’m not using that as an excuse, I made my own decisions. But I grew up around these Robin Hood figures who would sell drugs, then buy supplies for kids who were going back to school, or pay rent for an old woman who was about to get evicted. All my friends were doing it. It almost seemed fashionable. I never felt proud of it. I always thought I’d transition to a job with the Transit Authority, or a job like this— something I’d feel good about, but instead I transitioned to jail. I did six years. When I got out, it was tempting to go back to the easy money, because everyone around me was still doing it, and I couldn’t get a job. But luckily I found an agency that helps ex-cons, because there aren’t many companies looking to give people a second chance. I’ve had this job for a few years now. You know what product I’m selling now? Myself. Everyone around here is my client. Times Square is a drug to these people. And I’m picking up all the trash so that they can have the full Times Square experience."

GOOD THINGS

remainrelevant:

rainy nights
scented candles
love letters
hot cocoa
silences that aren’t awkward
kept promises
comfy clothes
slow dancing
long nights
late mornings
you

today.