Sunday, June 18, 2017

fishing for words


"So what do you do?"
"...it’s kinda hard to explain."
"Because what you do is complicated?"
"...because I don’t really do it."
— Frances Ha, 2012

Friday, March 31, 2017

changing of the seasons


"Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years go? What would she think of me now?’" — Sylvia Plath
"The fact is that five years ago I was, as near as possible, a different person to what I am tonight. I, as I am now, didn’t exist at all. Will the same thing happen in the next five years? I hope so." — Siegfried Sassoon

Saturday, March 25, 2017

c'est la vie


Know that you can start late, look different, be uncertain, and still succeed.

— Misty Copeland

Sunday, March 12, 2017

quiet magic

…all she knew of tenderness was how much she wanted it.

— Stephen Dunn, from Tenderness.
The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.
— Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things
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