Grew up in a small town, and after traveling, I've officially decided that a big city is the only place to be. You know, with revolving doors, late-night cabs, street vendors, all that good stuff.
From LA to Beijing to New York, and back to LA again. Where to?
hipstertracks: The Weepies - Gotta Have You Say I Am You
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine No, nothing else will do I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you.
The road gets cold, there’s no spring in the middle this year I’m the new chicken clucking open hearts and ears Oh, such a prima donna, sorry for myself But green, it is also summer And I won’t be warm till I’m lying in your arms…