They tell me you are wicked and I believe them.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities.
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people.
Carl Sandburg (x)
sometimes i realize there are so many things i won’t remember in 50 years like the way the sky looked this morning and all the dogs i saw today and my mom’s voice and i get so sad i never want to forget