June 2012
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You know what's kind of beautiful?
anditslove:
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
So Yesterday: Canteen Special: The (sad) Life and... →
thestagedoorcanteen:
We are sure that most, if not all, of you would agree with us when we say that it’s not always ‘more fun in the Philippines’ when it comes to being an obsessed Broadway geek, especially if you’re a broke student who doesn’t have the means to just fly off to NYC…
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Giveaway: win a 50mm f/1.8 or a pack with a Diana...
withheartshapedeyes:
Hello! To “party” for the “more proper launch” of this new blog format, I decided to organize a little giveaway! I will be offering a lens Canon 50mm f/1.8 and a pack including a Diana F+ and a book filled with cool DIY photo related by photojojo to two different winners.
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If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think...
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via girlwithoutwings)
A beautiful piece written by someone far too young... →
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coffeeandvonnegut:
guys, have you ever googled bunnies yawning
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Holden Caulfield: Hey I just met you
Holden Caulfield: and this is crazy
Holden Caulfield: but anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
Holden Caulfield: so don't even call me, you're a phony
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They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via bookmania)
SEE! Gatsby! (via iamonlyamaid)
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The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
– G. K. Chesterton (via girlwithoutwings)
i'm a connoisseur of roads.: The missing comes... →
aconnoisseurofroads:
The missing comes slowly, like aging does, comes quietly in the night while sleep clings to my lashes and cheekbones and mouth. One day I woke up and everything was different. I could see people I’d run into by accident, snatches of grass or dirt or hair or more skin on an arm or calf after…
You can’t force a thing to grow. You can’t interfere with it. It’s all hidden....
– Sam Shepard (via ofjuvenilia)
You’ve got a good heart. Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you...
– Neil Gaiman (via theperksofbeingstargirl)