These weeks I’ve realized that I always try to be a good person. Unconsciously. I like helping people, and I do it without expecting anything in return. But when it comes to treat myself, help myself, cheer me up, I’m such a shitty person. I don’t understand. :/

Ghost Bikes are small and somber memorials for bicyclists who are killed or hit on the street. A bicycle is painted all white and locked to a street sign near the crash site, accompanied by a small plaque. They serve as reminders of the tragedy that took place on an otherwise anonymous street corner, and as quiet statements in support of cyclists’ right to safe travel.