I was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, and I've heard a lot of misconceptions about my city. This isn't like HONY (which I love, btw), because this isn't about the people of New York. This is a blog about the interactions and the places that we've made....
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#i love this sort of public transgression#it isn't hurting anyone and he's not in the way and he's gotta eat!#so new yorkers will just ignore it#but if you stop to take a selfie in the middle of the street we'll fucking kill you
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Grand Army Plaza
Brooklyn, New York
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New York, New York
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New York, New York
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February Evening in New York
By Denise Levertov
As the stores close, a winter light opens air to iris blue, glint of frost through the smoke grains of mica, salt of the sidewalk. As the buildings close, released autonomous feet pattern the streets in hurry and stroll; balloon heads drift and dive above them; the bodies aren't really there. As the lights brighten, as the sky darkens, a woman with crooked heels says to another woman while they step along at a fair pace, "You know, I'm telling you, what I love best is life. I love life! Even if I ever get to be old and wheezy—or limp! You know? Limping along?—I'd still … " Out of hearing. To the multiple disordered tones of gears changing, a dance to the compass points, out, four-way river. Prospect of sky wedged into avenues, left at the ends of streets, west sky, east sky: more life tonight! A range of open time at winter's outskirts.
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Still thinking about the girl I heard on the subway loudly talking about how her favorite thing about nyc is that skyscrapers have to be as far down into the ground as they are tall and how thats beautiful. Then this guy was like uhh idt that’s true.. and she was like no it is.
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Brooklyn, New York
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I’ll reblog every time I see. Communist guy is always what does it for me
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