BIG DOGS THAT THINK THEY’RE SMALL LAP DOGS ARE MY FAVORITE DOGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.
When I die spread my ashes at Comic Con because that’s probably the only way I’ll ever get there.
Jennifer Morrison on wearing the Season 3 finale ball gown.
"True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does."
—Torquato Tasso (x)
Lana and Sean being dorks in Paris.
"I was reminded today that I am not alone.That I have a lot of people who love me.”
New York City could be described in so many words, but if I had to choose one, it would be magical. No hesitations. No matter how hard you try to explain it, it’s just never enough. You can only feel it and actually understand it when you’re standing right there, in Times Square, at the top of the Empire State Building, in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge or anywhere else, pinching yourself just to remember that you are not dreaming. I had the chance to experience that magic last February, and since I came back home every moment I spent there with my family keeps coming back to me. I close my eyes and I’m on the plane again, looking at the city from the air for the very first time, all covered in snow. I hear the ice breaking below us as the plane lands while Bono sings “City of Blinding Lights” on my ear. I can feel the cold air against my face when I first step outside and my heart pounding on my chest when I start to divise the skyscrapers from the road. I’m standing in the most famous corner of the world, looking up and watching all of the screens and billboards that I saw so many times in the movies and TV shows. In fact, that’s exactly how I feel: like I’m in a movie scene. I still can’t believe that this is happening. A little while later I’m inside Disney Store and I feel like a little girl again, craving for all of those princess dolls and costumes and smiling when I discover that the stairs are lit by some familiar lamps with a sun drawing on them. It’s Wednesday afternoon and I’m riding the subway and feeling like a New Yorker. I go down on the last stop and suddenly I’m shocked because I’m standing in the very same place where the Twin Towers collapsed. I stare at the hundred of names and the water falling on the pool as the sun sets and I have to take a deep breath to prevent the tears from falling down my face. I close my eyes and I realize that the familiar sound of a siren just woke me up and I’m not lying on my own bed. Oh, and I’m not dreaming neither. It’s a cold Thrusday morning and I’m drinking a hot chocolate with cinnamon as we walk around the 7th Avenue and 34th street intersection. I look at the people wearing black coats and going to work while they drink their coffees and talk on their cellphones, and I wish I was one of them. I’m on a ferry, watching the birds following us and the World Trade Center getting tinnier and tinnier as we sail to the Liberty Island. Then I turn around, and suddenly, there she is. I’ve seen her so many times and yet I have to catch my breath. Lady Liberty is standing right in front of me, I can’t do anything but stare at her while I feel the air of the Hudson River against my face, and although it’s extremely cold, I don’t care about it. I don’t care about it at all. It’s almost midnight and I’m on Times Square, looking around and realizing why this is the city that never sleeps. Not even the rain falling can take away its magic. I close my eyes and I’m walking on the Upper West Side on a foggy day, watching the squirrels as they climb the trees of Central Park, as white as the snow itself. The path lead us to Strawberry Fields, and as I look at the word “Imagine” written on the ground, I can feel nothing but peace all around. Then I allow myself to get amazed by every corner of the American Museum of Natural History, and although I’m really grateful that the dinosaurs can’t come to life like they do in the movie, I wish I could offer some gum to the Easter Island Head. I close my eyes and I’m skating at the Rockefeller Plaza with my mom and laughing so hard because we almost fell like a hundred times. I’m enjoying the wonderful view from the Top of the Rock Observatory, I’m stepping for the first time into St. Patrick’s Cathedral, I’m falling in love with Grand Central Terminal. I close my eyes once again and I’m going Downtown on a Sunday morning. I don’t know that I’m just to realize that in New York City, every corner looks like a totally different place. I find the Flatiron building on the 5th Avenue and Broadway intersection. I’m walking on Greenwich Village and my dad is taking me a picture on the famous Bedford and Grove corner. I’m listening to a man playing the piano in Washington Square Park and enjoying the warm sun on my face. I’m watching a homeless man leaving, right after he came by and told us that New Yorkers love that people from all over the world could come and fall in love with their home. I’m on SoHo with my eyes wide open, trying to find an actor or actress hanging around. Now everything is red and green because I’m on Little Italy enjoying a plate of pasta. I’m on Chinatown and I feel like suddenly I’m not in the United States anymore. Our padlock is already hanging somewhere in the Brooklyn Bridge and its key lies in the bottom of the East River, so I enjoy the end of another perfect day watching the sunset as we head back to Midtown. I close my eyes and I’m walking on the 5th Avenue in a cold Monday morning with a hot chocolate on my hand and a smile on my face. I’m inside F.A.O. Schwarz, trying not to cry when I listen to the clock singing and I see all of those wonderful toys. I’m in front of the Plaza Hotel, at The Pond, and I can’t help smiling while I remember the last scene from “Home Alone”, one of my favorite childhood movies so far. I see the ducks and I realize they look just like the animated ones. I’m on Central Park. This is really happening. I walk on The Mall until I get to the Bethesda Terrace and Fountain and a lot of scenes of movies and TV shows come to my mind. I’m inside the Metropolitan Museum of Art and I feel like I’m in a different time and place in every step I take. Of course, I sit on the stairs wishing my best friend was here with some yoghurt to eat together or to throw at someone’s hair. As I walk down the 5th Avenue, all I can think about is the sharp voice saying “Hey, Upper East Siders!” I’ve heard so many times. It’s Tuesday night and in a little while I’ll be enjoying a Broadway musical. I just can’t believe it. I go inside the Minskoff Theatre, with a ticket for “The Lion King” on my hand and magic soaking my spine to experience one of the most amazing moments of my life. I close my eyes one more time and I’m crossing the Verrazano-Narrow Bridge at night, when suddenly, I look through the window and what I see takes my breath away. It’s the Manhattan skyline, just as perfect as I dreamed it would be. If this wasn’t magical enough, Frank Sinatra starts to sing “New York, New York” in the back, and I can’t hold it back anymore. I smile while the tears stream down my face and my heart explodes of happiness inside my chest. I don’t have time to get myself together, because a few minutes later, I’m on the 86th floor of the Empire State Building. I go outside and once again, I have to catch my breath. The words sang by Alicia Keys on “Empire State of Mind” are actually true. They fit here. No place in the world that can compare. I realize that this is it. This is the place where I belong. I don’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t need to.