humansofnewyork:
This man passed by me on Jefferson Street. I gave him a weak, tight-lipped smile—nothing special. He put his hand over his heart, bowed, and said: “Bless you.” Made me wish I’d smiled bigger.
This man passed by me on Jefferson Street. I gave him a weak, tight-lipped smile—nothing special.
He put his hand over his heart, bowed, and said: “Bless you.”
Made me wish I’d smiled bigger.
I’m obsessed with this tumblr.
(Source: humansofnewyork)