Was just looking at some pictures of New York… Omg, i almost cried!
You know how it feels when you think of your dream? Your wildest,biggest, widest, insanest dream? That’s the way i feel about NYC. Some of you who live there may say, Oh, it’s not that big but what i see and what i feel since i was a child it’s almost imposible to describe. And i know that they’re probably taking photos on the best parts of the city but i don’t care. I feel that that’s the place where i need to be and i don’t care if a have to sell hot dogs but only that i’m there!
I think the first time i’ll go to NY, i’ll cry. I really mean it. I’m going to cry. That type of histerious cry you have when you left you feeling free. I guess i’ll have to tell people to look out.
But that’s my dream. Big? Crazy? Scarry? Yes! It’s mine as much as the consequences i’ll might get. It’s pure magic there and i feel that that’s the right place for me. In that wibe, in that amaizing craziness!
I have to make my dream come true, it’s vital! You know, someone said a long time ago that somebody without a dream is sombody without hope, and you shall never loose your hope! Peace out <3
Power Of Positive Energy (via karistocat)