words are beautiful but restricted.
I do this thing where I’ll be in a good mood and decide I want to hang out with someone and so I’ll make plans to see them in a few hours, or the next day. then, usually in about 20 minutes, the good mood wears off and I realize how stupid it was to make plans with someone and how much I actually don’t want to see them or hang out with them, but being the socially awkward person that I am, I don’t cancel the plans because I am too shy and awkward to tell someone that I’m canceling our plans for fear of their response being something negative. so I go and hang out with them even though I’m dreading the whole experience. and it sucks, and I realize I should never makes plans when I’m temporarily in a good mood.
"Paris is not a city of heights. Its architects, out of respect for man, have made certain that man is not dwarfed by his works here. It is a city built to human scale, so that no man should feel pygmied here. Parisians are devoted to their sky and have passed a set of complicated laws designed to keep the height of buildings at a modest level, so that the sky, soft, streaked, gentle, beloved to painters, can be a constant intimate presence above the rooftops and treetops."
I like people who see beauty in the middle of a crowded place and stop to take a picture not caring if they get weird looks from strangers. Those strangers being people who don’t understand what is so beautiful about a single blade of grass growing through the cracks in the cement.
