san francisco, you are wacky and lovely and everything a girl dreams of. you are old ladies with blue nail polish and sewing machine tattoos. you are well behaved but incredibly curious children. you are golden gate park and amazing burritos from the mission. you are friendly, always. you are flaky pastries bought at midnight in north beach. you are cold, in a really good way, in august. you are women who dress without a care in the world. you are that glorious fog that makes you even more mysterious and appealling. you are also, like so many crushes, entirely unattainable.