Gail Albert Halaban: Paris Views, courtesy of Edwynn Houk Gallery.

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Gail Albert Halaban: Paris Views, courtesy of Edwynn Houk Gallery.
It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere.
Danzy Senna (via quotemadness)
I find homes in people now
You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you.
Redvers Bailey (via naturaekos)
midding
v. intr. feeling the tranquil pleasure of being near a gathering but not quite in it—hovering on the perimeter of a campfire, chatting outside a party while others dance inside, resting your head in the backseat of a car listening to your friends chatting up front—feeling blissfully invisible yet still fully included, safe in the knowledge that everyone is together and everyone is okay, with all the thrill of being there without the burden of having to be.
Me to myself: It's actually a real thing!!! For years I've thought of myself as a weirdo for having a great time being near festivities, but not actually engaging in on the fun.
If you ever ask me how many times you’ve crossed my mind, I would say once. Because you came, and never left.
Ritu Ghatourey (via quotemadness)
new order, bizarre love triangle
I’d rather be a failure at something I love than a success at something I hate.
George F. Burns (via quotemadness)
This- a day after that defining moment of starting over. The heavens is constantly reminding me to be kinder to myself.
Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you’re wearing, who you’re around, what you’re doing. Recreate and repeat.
Warsan Shire (via quotemadness)
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Beach House - Space Song (2015)
Fall back into place
I miss you when you’re gone But I get so much done I get whole TV series watched
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When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.
Paulo Coelho, Brida (via yesdarlingido)
one time he and i were sitting in bed and i said “where do you feel stuff?” and he said “what do you mean” and i said, “here is anxiety” and pointed to my bottom left rib where the spiders start. he pointed to his throat. “it’s here for me.”
i keep anger in my breastbone, he holds it in his hands. i feel sadness on my shoulders, he feels it in his lungs.
we play this game until we come to love, and i realize that i am terrified (jugular vein) of what might come. what if it is not the same. what if he feels it somewhere else, what if it is just a flash fire, not the slow burn, what if it is congealing in one place instead of radiating, i try to change topics, flight response (sternum)
he takes my hands in his and puts them over his ribs and says, “everywhere, everywhere, like a sun is trying to escape me, like i am being consumed and you are filling up where used to be empty.” i say, “don’t be ridiculous humans are 99% empty space,” i nervous laugh (spiders down spine), he holds his gaze with me.
“everywhere,” he repeats.
みよまちこ, because.
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