keeping promises to myself - by Nix 🕊 - starting from nix

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love is an expensive thing to live for

a picture from a solo day in NYC Years ago I used to do solo day trips from Philadelphia to New York on the 6am Megabus. I’d take the midnight bus back. It cost me $11.99 at the time. I’d sleep on the rumbling, sighing bus and wake up in a new loud place, where everything was sharper, more impersonal. The turns, the pace, the stares of people. I biked to central park and guggenheim by myself once, thinking about the gap between who I was and who I wanted to be. I was so young and loved being alone and being exposed to new things. New York was a dreamworld with gritty edges. Giddy on the…

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