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Q: “When do you find a person most attractive?”
Zico: “When a perfect person makes a mistake.”
Used to fantasize about emigrating someday but this post really puts things into perspective for me. Wow. Never thought about it that way. You can literally feel the loneliness seeping out of every word.
Portals on pages; a photo journal | Old polaroids in a repurposed Moleskine notebook
"Children," said Theodolphus Rose, "are adults who haven't yet learned to make fear their hand puppets." He smiled.
All The Birds In The Sky by Charlie Jane Anders
You know, no matter what you do, people are going to expect you to be someone you're not. But if you're clever and lucky and work your butt off, then you get to be surrounded by people who expect you to be the person you wish you were.
All The Birds In The Sky by Charlie Jane Anders
I didn’t think there was any point in continuing the discussion. There are perceptive people and there are dimwits.
Grotesque by Natsuo Kirino
She trusts completely, and when she's hurt she goes after the enemy with an energy that's dazzling.
Dust by Patricia Cornwell
It was harder and harder to get out of bed in the morning. All I wanted was to take the day off, and the internal battle I had to urge to get myself out of the door became exhausting. Why is it that even though the spirit may be willing, the body falters?
Grotesque by Natsuo Kirino