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Maursupial
I'm pale and mild; a modern girl
Words weren’t dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.
^ Repeat, repeat, repeat. The meaning of mantra.
(Source: whitepaperquotes)
^ Plenty of reason.
You’ve got a goddamn bug today—you know that? What the hell’s the matter with you anyway?”
Franny quickly tipped her cigarette ash, then brought the ashtray an inch closer to her side of the table. “I’m sorry. I’m awful,” she said. “I’ve just felt so destructive all week. It’s awful. I’m horrible.
Jen Faulkner
^ That we should all someday feel so furiously. Poetry in ocean.
(via whitepaperquotes)
Because without searching I keep on finding you everywhere, specially when I close my eyes.
-Julio Cortázar
(via whitepaperquotes)
The Mediterranean is making me introspective.
So they tell you, but you never believe them…
— Voltaire
^ True in flirtations and impossible in blogging. I could never truly capture this experience.
Is Liz Lemon your spirit animal?
My friend Erik.
Is he incredibly perceptive or am I that transparent?
If Christ sees his shadow, the Jews have six more months of not shopping retail, right?
^ Puzzled typography.
(Source: serifofnottingham)
I work at an office that does journalism research and the back page of our survey for recent journalism program grads is a blank slate for their advice. This is the best bit I’ve gotten from them thus far.
Dear Family,
I wish I had the chance to meet you. Mom says you were pretty handsome. We’re not even sure if you died or are still alive. At least I hope the two of you, my fourth and fifth uncles, found each other. Is it possible to miss someone who you’ve never met? Mommy misses you ever day. Grandmother and grandfather pray about you too. I love you.
RIP to all,
Emily
A message written in the guest book at the Tuol Sleng prison.
As a group member read this aloud, silent tears streamed down my face and I tried to focus my camera out the window in order to steady my hands. How many families have this story, be it from Rwanda, Germany or Cambodia?
