apropos of nothing!

just this guy, you know?

Come a little bit closer, I’m all alone

And the night is so long

Growing up with “oldies” as your first real music - the music of your childhood years - means that sometimes a 50-year old song will pop into your head in the middle of the night as you’re sitting alone in your apartment, working on your bed and listening to the rain pour through the sieve of leaves in the trees that line the street outside your windows that’s accompanied occasionally by a cool Fall breeze and the song will be all you want to listen to until you close the computer and let nature and the city play you to sleep as you move another day further from those young years, equidistant from the person you were, or were becoming, as you are now from the person you will end up being.

humansofnewyork:

"I think all the pressure that I put on myself has been paralyzing. When I graduated from high school, a lot of people wrote in my yearbook: ‘You’re going to do great things,’ or ‘I know you’re going to make it big.’ I realized recently that with all the time I spent trying to figure out what my ‘big thing’ was going to be, I passed over a lot of small things that could have really added up. The moment I became content with taking small steps, I started moving forward again."
(Mexico City, Mexico)

humansofnewyork:

"I think all the pressure that I put on myself has been paralyzing. When I graduated from high school, a lot of people wrote in my yearbook: ‘You’re going to do great things,’ or ‘I know you’re going to make it big.’ I realized recently that with all the time I spent trying to figure out what my ‘big thing’ was going to be, I passed over a lot of small things that could have really added up. The moment I became content with taking small steps, I started moving forward again."

(Mexico City, Mexico)

dating, maturity, responsibility

The realization that, as much as you want to be into this person, you’re not, and that, as much as you don’t want to be sleeping alone tonight or any other nights in the near future, you will be.

rejectedinstagrams:

Original: http://instagram.com/p/tXDQkClEqH/

The most frequent reason for rejecting a perfectly usable picture or pictures; multiple shots of roughly the same composition/idea. Though all may be aesthetically pleasing to me, I do my best not to clog up my feed with repetition. Of course, I could hold on to some of these and #latergram them at some point, but frankly, that feels lazy, and also like cheating.

I’m sure it’s been said by many and better that being honest about what you like but equally unsentimental about discarding or recycling is a helpful tool for artists. As a great man once said, “You don’t run the same gag twice. You run the next gag.”

Started a new thing