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this is the 2016 apology post. reblog in 45 seconds and 2016 will apologize to you in the form of money.
A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965)
You get close to read The Attractions Sign
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Jan Simon - Hruby Rohozec, 1905
Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Houston July 8 1974, by Joel Bernstein. (l-r: Stephen Stills, Graham Nash, David Crosby, Neil Young)
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Bilinguals overwhelmingly report that they feel like different people in different languages. It is often assumed that the mother tongue is the language of the true self. (…) But, if first languages are reservoirs of emotion, second languages can be rivers undammed, freeing their speakers to ride different currents.
Love in Translation by Lauren Collins from the New Yorker, August 8 & 15, 2016 (via briqou)
Something good in this world…
We’re asleep until we love. We’re children of dust… But fall in love —and you’re god, you’re pure as on the first day of creation.
Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (via antigonick)