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Home girl - Harper’s Bazaar US (1999) Christy Turlington by Nathanel Goldberg
The Graduate (1967)
INTO THE LIMELIGHT
Resort ‘16
We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It’s as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we’re very fortunate, by time itself. There’s just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we’ve ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so…
Michael Cunningham, The Hours (via xwg)
Wheels Down
I want to but I’m scared to.
Se02 Ep12
HBD AUD
Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing (via youngfolksociety)
What’s Your Release?
When I write I look at what’s lying on the floor of my life.
Peter Carey (Paris Review, 2006)
Stick it to the Van
Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via youngfolksociety)
You, Me, and a Record Machine
Love