I love how behind every single window, there is a different person who has a story that we know nothing about and I sometimes forget that my life isn’t the only life in the world
Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.
note to self (via c0ntemplations)
This is so beautiful. Unfortunately I leave in a place where there are no windows on the coffee shops, there aren’t people shopping or taking trains, there are animals and nature and the sun light touches every little house.