Time has a way of removing the blemishes so after a certain point, you’ll have forgotten about the high rents and the lousy jobs and the tears you shed in public spaces, and choose to remember only the creamy delicious frosting on an otherwise stale and overpriced cake.

What People Talk About When They Talk About Life In New York (via yearslater)

More NYC melancholy:  it’s just been my mood as of late.

(via yearslater)