August 12th, 2014
I think of reading a book as no less an experience than travelling or falling in love.
Jorge Luis Borges, The Last Interview (via ablogwithaview)

(Source: fuckyeahjorgeluisborges)

Reblogged from And Your Bird Can Sing
August 11th, 2014

The War Museum

It sees multiple generations; sometimes hand-in-hand, exploring the past. Great lessons from great wars. In the eyes of the visitors who come through those bronze doors, you can spot the glazing over as they roam in the middle of displays, not seeing the stories weaving. They do so almost intentionally. War is too hard to comprehend. I don’t blame them. They choose to be tourists instead. Hashtag devastation. Others have furrowed brows as they begin to feel the essence of the struggle… the fight to be human. The orphan child. The epidemic. The 18-yr-old who had fallen in love with the world and was forced to shoot it up. Iron… honey… gold… as the poet said. The old veteran volunteer tries to explain to a group of young kids. They laugh amongst themselves as they face back to the glare of their screens. They don’t know yet that history repeats itself.

July 29th, 2014
Please hear me, Girl: The world has enough women who know how to do their hair. It needs women who know how to do hard and holy things.
Ann Voskamp (via awelltraveledwoman)

(Source: thedelightedpeople)

Reblogged from this is for saying yes
January 20th, 2014

Rediscovered handwritten essay, quotes, and poems on the blank end pages of my childhood copy of Tennyson. 1917. Strange to have forgotten what was once so familiar.

January 9th, 2014

Three Hours for Lunch Club, Fulton Street & Walt Whitman, A Letter to a Sea Captain, the Rudeness of Poets, and lighthearted paragraphing.

December 22nd, 2013

Holiday stop at the tobacconist for some maduros.

December 21st, 2013

Character, as expressed in the body. 1932.

December 16th, 2013

This day is heavy with the loss of Joan Fontaine as well.
“I hope I’ll die on stage at the age of 105, playing Peter Pan.”

December 9th, 2013

Poor man’s dinner.

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