January 2011
86 posts
#834 Building an amazing couch cushion fort →
#340 Feeling it in your bones →
i really like how this feels. new but familiar. a bit giddy while still just enough reservation. i could run with this for a bit. life is good.
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pen pals.
Today, Marty sent me a homemade greeting card. With pictures of London and everything else nice: inked words, buttons and a sticker of a mini Passport. My heart is still smiling. I’m lucky to have people like that in my life.
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“i asked for tumultuous. i’m getting it. (and now i regret the initial...”
“Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to...”
– Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“Life changes every minute of every day. You lose friends and you gain friends....”
“Did I tell you how divinely and utterly happy I am?”
– Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
SWEET TALK. by Billy Collins
oscarprgirl:
You are not the Mona Lisa with that relentless look. Or Venus borne over the froth of waves on a pink half shell. Or an odalisque by Delacroix, veils lapping at your nakedness. You are more like the sunlight of Edward Hopper, especially when it slants against the eastern side of a white clapboard house in the early hours of the morning, with no figure standing at a window in a...
ofabetterhappiness:
You always hurt the one you...
whoa.
How far will my salary go in another city?
Your Results Comparable salary in Los Angeles-Long Beach, CA $xx,xxx (aka $11,472 LESS than what I make now)
If you move from New York (Brooklyn), NY to Los Angeles-Long Beach, CA….
Groceries will cost: 18% less Housing will cost: 37% less Utilities will cost: 38% less Transportation will cost: 10% more Healthcare will cost: 2% less
source:...
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attraversiamo.
It’s Italian for, “Let’s cross over.” Ironically, I did not learn it from Eat Pray Love (which, incidentally, is the story of my life these days). Rather, it was one of the only words I was praised for saying well in my Introduction to Italian class during my first semester of college.
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The other day, one of my best friends came to Brooklyn. And, as we walked and talked about our lives,...
Well it’s been a long time, long time now...
“breathe, darling.”
bukowski
libraries:
I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
