eyeheartnewyork
eyeheartnewyork:

Riverside Park rocks

100% agree. I’m not a Central Park kinda New Yorker, but a Riverside Park kinda New Yorker. any time people ask me what park to visit I always say skip Central Park and hit up Riverside Park - it’s gorgeous, right along the Hudson, no one bothers you, you feel tucked away and can just enjoy some peace and quiet right in the city. Plus, it’s one of my first memories as a little girl driving into Manhattan along the West Side Highway in the early mornings and seeing runners take the bridge. I love it. so much.
now I wanna go to Riverside Park and take a bike ride.

eyeheartnewyork:

Riverside Park rocks

100% agree. I’m not a Central Park kinda New Yorker, but a Riverside Park kinda New Yorker. any time people ask me what park to visit I always say skip Central Park and hit up Riverside Park - it’s gorgeous, right along the Hudson, no one bothers you, you feel tucked away and can just enjoy some peace and quiet right in the city. Plus, it’s one of my first memories as a little girl driving into Manhattan along the West Side Highway in the early mornings and seeing runners take the bridge. I love it. so much.

now I wanna go to Riverside Park and take a bike ride.

one of my new favorite pleasantries is looking outside a certain bedroom window in the UWS at night and in the early morning.
last night I took a few moments to myself to just stare outside on Amsterdam Ave. and write a few thoughts. I admired the sights and sounds of the city streets, the fact that I was less than an hour away from my place but in what seemed like a completely different world, and enjoying the people walking below. it’s beautiful to me. when I awoke this morning I again glanced outside to find a shop owner hosing down the street, people sipping their coffee and speed walking, and Bolt Buses swishing by. it was somewhat peaceful to me.
I don’t know, I’m a big sap for little New York City moments like these. they make me smile.

one of my new favorite pleasantries is looking outside a certain bedroom window in the UWS at night and in the early morning.

last night I took a few moments to myself to just stare outside on Amsterdam Ave. and write a few thoughts. I admired the sights and sounds of the city streets, the fact that I was less than an hour away from my place but in what seemed like a completely different world, and enjoying the people walking below. it’s beautiful to me. when I awoke this morning I again glanced outside to find a shop owner hosing down the street, people sipping their coffee and speed walking, and Bolt Buses swishing by. it was somewhat peaceful to me.

I don’t know, I’m a big sap for little New York City moments like these. they make me smile.

… a film hand turned to the photographer and yelled: “Move along! You can  watch him on the show.” And her  reaction? “Um, no. I don’t have HBO.  Jackass.” If she was on Curb she would have actually said it out loud.
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*so you’re telling me I’ve spent the past two weeks hanging out in that ‘hood and I missed a celeb sighting of my hero IRL? ::flips desk::

… a film hand turned to the photographer and yelled: “Move along! You can watch him on the show.” And her reaction? “Um, no. I don’t have HBO.  Jackass.” If she was on Curb she would have actually said it out loud.

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*so you’re telling me I’ve spent the past two weeks hanging out in that ‘hood and I missed a celeb sighting of my hero IRL? ::flips desk::