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I love the way people talk about the people they love

[macrolit]

“… we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”

— 1Q84, Haruki Murakami

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Sugar Ray Robinson, Photo by Bert Hardy, 1951

[hungwy]

I wish I could terrorize ancient people with things that are commonplace today

[despazito]

releasing a roomba into the greek forums

[nowinexile]

Palestinian women on a rooftop of a house in Jerusalem. 1932 Palestine.

[barcarole]

Billie Holiday in 1958, by Dennis Stock.

[elusian]

“What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness. Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering and I responded… sensibly. Reservedly. Mildly.”

— George Saunders, Congratulations, by the way (via quotespile)

[vitrina]

“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.”

— Mary Shelley (August 30, 1797 – February 1, 1851) was an English novelist, short story writer, dramatist, essayist, biographer, and travel writer, best known for her Gothic novel Frankenstein: or, The Modern Prometheus (1818). She also edited and promoted the works of her husband, the Romantic poet and philosopher Percy Bysshe Shelley. Her father was the political philosopher William Godwin, and her mother was the philosopher and feminist Mary Wollstonecraft. (via oblivion-soave)

[kafk-a]

when virginia woolf said “as a woman I have no country”

[lifeinpoetry]

“I’ve been trying to go home my whole life—”

— Chelsea Dingman, from “Psychogeography,” published in The Los Angeles Review

[podencos]

Not to be greedy but I want

[unlikecharlie]

Might fuck around and yearn too

[bestofthe60s]

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#54. Dusty Springfield - Son Of A Preacher Man (1968)

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Japanese Youth of the 60s.

[frenchcurious]

Edouard Boubat, “Brooklyn Bridge”, New York, 1982. - source The Red List.

[black-0rpheus]

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What lies before me’s a future that’s stormy; a winter that’s gray and cold Unless there’s magic, the end will be tragic and echo a tale that’s been told so often My life revolves about you. What earthly good am I without you? Oh, I tell you I mean it: I’m all for you body and soul

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