Saturday, December 05
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When you love someone

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and they love you, but perhaps you don’t remember exactly what split the seams and tore the edges apart — or perhaps you do, or one of you does — , can you ever come back together?

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I baked you a pie a year ago, on Election Day.

I baked you a pie a year ago, on Election Day.


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“ How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?
• Virginia Woolf
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Thursday, December 03
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I need the rest of them.

I need the rest of them.


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eatsleepdraw: drawing no.29 - #draw365 - twitter.com/gilbertruiz

eatsleepdraw:

drawing no.29 - #draw365 - twitter.com/gilbertruiz


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Wednesday, December 02
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“ Everything is going to be okay. And then it won’t be. And then it will be again. And then your idea of okay will change. And then it’ll change again. Nothing is permanent—nothing at all. And that’s okay.
• (via alaskamiller)
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“ I want so badly to wake up to the world of a year ago. But things are much more clear now.
Friday, November 27
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for alaska miller, who used to think this place was pretty nifty. briannedixon: artic sunrise, 1994. don’t you wish the whole world could be this bright?

for alaska miller, who used to think this place was pretty nifty.

briannedixon:

artic sunrise, 1994. don’t you wish the whole world could be this bright?


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Saturday, October 03
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“ I think at one time I thought of adulthood as a continuum of achievement that could potentially culminate in my becoming one of these people, which is extra bizarre when you consider that I have never shown the slightest interest in or inclination towards law, medicine, banking, or dating anyone with a greater net worth than mine (which is, btw, smaller than yours, assuming you have a job). Would I even want this, now? I don’t know. I don’t think so. For certain there is a species of elation that it’s only possible to feel in those giddy bubbles high above the city, but probably a lot of it has to do with longing and transience. And also I know now that money or status can’t confer immunity from that clammy feeling of impending death, because nothing can. That feeling can be fended off, though, with a battery of intangible possessions that are more precious than designer clothing or beautiful artworks. This is stuff that I think I am just starting to figure out how to possess.
• Emily Gould
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Thursday, October 01
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“ It’s going to sound silly, I know, but I think that what it all comes down to is winning hearts and minds. Underneath everything else, all the plans and goals and hopes, that’s why we get up in the morning, why we believe, why we try, why we bake chocolate cakes. That’s the best we can ever hope to do: to win hearts and minds, to love and be loved.
• The eminently wise Molly Wizenberg, of Orangette, from her book A Homemade Life: Stories and Recipes from My Kitchen Table
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