Shoebox Photographs and Sepiatoned Love Letters
twobabiessittinginatree:

twobabiessittinginatree:

the meantime

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the moment of realization that your quintessential future self isn’t ever going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the gawky kid for whom nothing is easy, who spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before being shoved into the glare of your life, which is already well into its second act.

It’s a trap.

It’s a trap.



List of Stupid things I’ve done this month:

-Buy a white rug

-Spray paint my phone

-Leave my bedroom windows open on a rainy day

-Sign a one year release

-Stop writing

-Get parking tickets two days in a row

-Tell the truth six months too late


“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” (Kampala, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” 

(Kampala, Uganda)

“Later - when things happened that they could never have imagined - she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn’t a word for everything” 

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

“Later - when things happened that they could never have imagined - she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn’t a word for everything”

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love


idonothateyou:

intentional dissonance #iwrotethisforyou #pleasefindthis #iainthomas #book

idonothateyou:

intentional dissonance #iwrotethisforyou #pleasefindthis #iainthomas #book

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