ashleyaron:

The sky is a fervent lover.  Like most of my relationships, ours is a tumultuous one and I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Me and the Vancouver sky are just starting out.  We’ve been on but a few dates and already it’s made me swoon, sob, and fucking suffocate.  

Vancouver is a sad city, a heavy city.  The sky here hangs its head low, and it lets its tears flow freely.  But, I appreciate that kind of vulnerability in a lover.  It sets a precedent.  Where better to feel grief than in a city that weeps?

I don’t know how long we’re gonna last, me and this sky, but I think it has some things to teach me still.

this is so perfect. exactly how i feel about portland.