#city love

[toyastales]

Aerial view of NYC 🗽

[kral-adams]

Tower Bridge,London UK 🇬🇧

[mardelina]

It's been weeks since I've been around you

✨ @mardelina ✨

[israelcastillophoto]

East Harlem, 2024

See more of my street work here Israel Castillo

[l-o-v-e-b-u-g-b-a-b-y]

Chicago. 7/5/23. <3

[the-huntington]

𝐴 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦, 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜!! 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑃𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠. 𝐼𝑓 𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠!! 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝐼’𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑟𝑡 𝐺𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐼’𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠...💋♥️💋

[babyangeldoll444]

City girls

[runwayworldarchive]

[mucseszter22-blog]

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SNOW SNOW SNOW

[gentlemanmotorslifestyle]

[de3d2me]

someday

[kral-adams]

İstanbul, Turkey 🇹🇷

[kevinproust]

[mei-jian-the-mango]

Always something happening in this city.

[themonsterthing]

Discovering I am a city person was kind of a shock. But to be fair, I don’t think I am a city person. I think I’m an SF city person. Even more specifically, I think I’m a Golden Gate Park SF city person.

I spend 90% of my time outside, and I grew up in a town with a population of abouuuut 2k. Spread over many miles of forest. I spent my days wandering the woods, singing songs to the trees, and hunting creatures under the rocks in the creeks, before I discovered the internet. And then I spent a lot my time online writing about nature, when I wasn’t in it. (And Sailor Moon.)

I moved to SF a little over a year ago, and people are constantly shocked by that. “I thought you were born here!” This city is apparently in my veins, in my eyes, under my skin. And I agree. This city is my heart.

It’s birds outside my window. It’s drag queens on the bus with me, on the way to their show. It’s a free community college I go to because learning. It’s the ocean, and the amazing fog that covers the world most days. It’s a giant sprawling park I live a block from and go pick blackberries in.

It’s getting up to move my car for street cleaning, and deciding, eh, might as well go do laundry while I’m up, since I have to move the car anyways. And that means boojie coffee while I wait, from one of the half dozen specialty coffee places near my laundromat, because obviously.

It’s home.