42nd Street at dusk, 1930.
My grammy and grampy’s town. Grammy went to middle school at 42nd and 3rd, south side of the street. Every time I walk past the old building, I call and let her know I’m walking by her alma mater. And she replies, “what I can’t hear you. Are you in the city?”
reblogging for all of America being Texas.
It’s too much.
Canada as seen by Canadians
Canada as seen by the rest of the world
Oh my god.
Reblogging again because
I delete the comments the last time welp
hahaha this is funny.
the “america as seen by the U.S.” is so accurate it kinda hurts lol
This will NEVER get old.
Will a wooly mammoth saunter down fifth avenue?