May 2013
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May 21st
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May 17th
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“My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.”
– Vladimir Nabokov, trilingual writer that understood the very different personalities of the languages he spoke. (via youngfolksociety)
May 17th
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There are certain places and moments that are impossible to intellectualize. Not because you can’t think about it, but because you feel it more than anything else. Everything you try to make of it in those moment comes out like a blurry, shadowy mess. Certain things simply grab ahold of you, you learn to move, and then it lets you go.
May 15th
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May 6th
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May 2nd
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April 2013
25 posts
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“But she had these amazing eyes that devoured everyone.”
Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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Likes right now: Jon Snow, doing yoga to Santigold with my huge white headphones on at midnight, the Duende 2007 Syrah, the sunset happening out this window right now. Dislikes: The fact that I am stuck in this library not enjoying any of the above. 
Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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Apr 28th
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Anonymous asked: I want to get to know you.
Apr 27th
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Apr 27th
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Apr 27th
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“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not...”
– Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran  (via ihatenietzsche)
Apr 26th
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Apr 25th
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Apr 23rd
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Apr 22nd
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Apr 21st
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Apr 19th
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Apr 18th
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Apr 18th
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Apr 17th
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Apr 15th
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Apr 10th
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Apr 10th
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Apr 9th
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“You build a garden just like you build a fortress — to see the future.”
Apr 6th
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Apr 6th
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Apr 3rd
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Apr 1st
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March 2013
31 posts
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Mar 31st
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Mar 25th
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Mar 25th
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Mar 21st
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“For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror”
– The First Elegy, Rainer Maria Rilke
Mar 20th
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Mar 20th
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Mar 19th
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Mar 18th
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Los Angeles
Missed my flight home, lost my wallet but not really, took the 8 hour “Mega Bus” back home to LA with my best friend, arrived in Union Station 3am, next day had a party thrown in my honor by 24 hour strangers/soul sisters. Ate lobster ice cream for the first time. Eh. Went to the Kubrick exhibit a second time, focused on the costumes and Barry Lyndon indoor sets. Lay by my pool a total...
Mar 17th
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Mar 15th
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Mar 15th
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Mar 14th
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Mar 14th
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Mar 14th
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Mar 12th
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“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept...”
– John Steinbeck (via youngfolksociety)
Mar 12th
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Mar 12th
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Mar 12th
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