Cappuccino. Korea. Red Bean Mochi Ice Cream. Autumn. Sloths. Airports. Tea. Books. The Universe. Scarves. Cozy Blankets. Roaring Fires. Jazz. Shim Changmin.
Philip Wesley - Tears of the East
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When I look out an airplane window at night, I like to think that each speck of light glowing up from the earth represents a person completely ignorant of who I am and who I set out to be. That reminder of anonymity is strangely comforting. I can be at peace with my infinitesimal place in this universe .
I don’t think looking out an airplane window will ever get old for me.
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