February 2011
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If I were Eve, I would have eaten two apples
– Marie LaFarge, Victorian Murderess
January 2011
45 posts
She was of the stuff of which great men’s mothers are made. She was...
– Thomas Hardy (Far From the Madding Crowd)
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What are you willing to do for 5 dollars? →
This website is awesome
Sometimes I go about pitying myself
And all the while I am being carried across...
– Ojibway Indian Expression (via agoodthinghappened)
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SNOW DAY
baking chocolate hazelnut scones
watching arrested development
wearing wool socks
taking Keenan sledding for the first time!
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For every freak out there, there is another equally freaky freak
– Bruce
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From the backstabbing co-worker to the meddling sister-in-law, you are in charge...
– Anaïs Nin (via constantflux)
Most decent people can’t sleep easily at night, and that, apparently, is...
– Nick Hornby, The Polysyllabic Spree (via synecdoche)
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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes...
– Anaïs Nin (via cavesoflilith)
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Washington slept here
before crossing the river
with a suitcase full of folios.
Body by moonlight.
A lantern brought low. I’m sorry
for the flash photography. I’m dying
for my country. The holes
in this postcard are for your oars.
-Christopher Salerno
life ain't bad
twenty-two and a half
in love
going to India for 2 weeks
scored a nice “real job” as assistant director of a non-profit in Boston
just listened to an old record about Indiana history
banana muffins in the kitchen
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Because how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
– Annie Dillard
Great Travel Blog: World Hum →
looking up India stories
If you got a lot of money you can make yourself merry, if you only got a nickel...
– Bob Dylan (Hard Times in the City)
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Aggressively Optimistic Winter Reading List
Seven Plays by Sam Shepard
Plays and short stories by Anton Chekhov
The Theatre of Tennessee Williams
Slaughterhouse Five by Vonnegut
Biting at the Grave: the Irish Hunger Strikes by Padraig O’Malley
Dune by Frank Herbert
And Moby Dick
The Bennington Room
an octopus doll, two withered apples, a stack of new books, shuffling downstairs, both my meetings for today were canceled.
I’m going for a walk