At the northern portal of the Union St Tunnel the line curves towards its final emergence point before it reached the former Prince’s Pier Station. Due to the containers and other objects scattered about outside the portal the walls lit up with this red tint to them. It was easily noticeable with the naked eye however proved much harder to caapture on photo.
Colours of the Greenock Tunnels by Bora Horza
— the writer reblogs, being distracted by the internet
This looks cozy
E. L. Doctorow (via maxkirin)
He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn’t the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.