“I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via bookoasis)
July 2011
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All I want is a glass of wine, some chocolate, and for everything to stand still for just a moment. Is that too much to ask?
Bb, I’m with you.
Portraits from the NYC Marriage Bureau →
nytimes.com
These photos and audio testimonies brightened my day!
Mumford & Sons - "Home/Untitled" (Live on KBCO)
A new track by Mumford and Sons
you are perfect, in every way
I’m far from perfect, but thank you! I wonder who this is.
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Jotting Down A Few Things...
Being back in New York has been amazing. I spent all of saturday at Jones Beach on Long Island. Yesterday, I walked 3.4 miles around campus and visited my favorite creek in the woods. Whenever I need alone time and a little quiet, I can always find it here. I’ve been reading a book called The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls and the Buddhist Dhammapada texts as well. I love summer, but I’m excited to start up with classes! Orientation is exhausting, but I love it. I am payed to be welcoming, friendly and kind of crazy.
“Laila watches Mariam glue strands of yarn onto her doll’s head. In a few years, this little girl will be a woman who will make small demands on life, who will never burden others, who will never let on that she too had sorrows, disappointments, dreams that have been ridiculed. A woman who will be like a rock in a riverbed, enduring without complaint, her grace not sullied but shaped by the turbulence that washes over her. Already Laila sees something behind this young girl’s eyes, something deep in her core, that neither Rasheed nor the Taliban will be able to break. something as hard and unyielding as a block of limestone. Something that, in the end, will be her undoing and Laila’s salvation. The little girl looks up. Puts the doll down. Smiles.”
—Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
