Brooklyn in an early Thursday evening, summer sunlight across the park slope streets, there’s a part where the subway goes above ground and you see the whole city spread out before you, nothing hurts in that breath, nothing can really get to you when the city lies at your feet, one late august evening I rolled into this city and since that moment I have never really left, never truly let go of its scintillating promise. I wrote a list today of how far we’ve come and all I can see is this life is worth living no matter how many times you let yourself believe it isn’t.
It still breaks my heart that it comes as a surprise every time, but fuck it.
Heartbreak hasn’t killed me once.
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