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iraffiruse

tastefullyoffensive

“I’m surrounded by idiots.”

psych-facts

The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.

Unknown

liquidnight

"If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets." Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to slip through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won’t be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there—to the edge of the world. There’s something you can’t do unless you get there.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via liquidnight)

I debate my feelings for Murakami, but he sure gets it right here.

#murakami #kafka #time

politicalmachine

On December 18, 1972, Joe Biden’s wife and one-year-old daughter were killed in an automobile accident while Christmas shopping in Hockessin, Delaware. Neilia Biden’s station wagon was hit by a tractor-trailer as she pulled out from an intersection; the truck driver was…

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womanhouse

The shock of the twenties is how narrow that window of experience really is, and how inevitable it seems both at the time and afterward. At some point, it is late, too late, and you are standing on the sidewalk outside somewhere very loud. A wind is blowing. It’s the same cool, restless late-night breeze that blew on trampled nineteen-twenties lawns, dazed sixties streets, and anywhere young people gather. Nearby, someone who doesn’t smoke is smoking. An attractive stranger with a lightning laugh jaywalks between cars with a friend, making eye contact before scurrying inside. You’re far from home. It’s quiet. All at once, you have a thrilling sense of nowness, of the sheer potential of a verdant night with all these unmet people in it. For a long time after that, you think you’ll never lose this life, those dreams. But that was, as they say, then.

Nathan Heller’s “Semi Charmed Life: The Twentysomethings are all right”

The New Yorker, January 14, 2013

Mmmmm.

#20s #young

infinite-paradox

emdunker

The Offer, Santiago, Chile, 2012. Emily Dunker.

#chile #south america #cueca #santiago #dance

Sigh.

#love #luck #games

Love the simplicity.

#texas #italy #video #animals

wordsthat-speak

Too much consistency is as bad for the mind as it is for the body. Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead.

Aldous Huxley

#nature #life #consistency

mpdrolet

Tom Hyde

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Guillaume Airiaud - Up There (2011)

#art #stairs

irakalan

Extraordinary photos of young hitchhikers and freight train hoppers by Mike Brodie

Mike Brodie (tumblr | facebook) first began photographing in 2004 when he was given a Polaroid camera. Working under the moniker, The Polaroid Kidd, Brodie spent the next four years circumambulating the U.S. amassing an archive of photographs that would go on to make up one of the few, true collections of American travel photography. Having never undergone any formal training, he chose to remained untethered to the pressures and expectations of the art market.