I see posts on tumblr of far away places, and I think “Oh, if only my life were that wonderful again. I long for castles, and ancient ruins, and places I’ve never been.” And then I remember, “Julia, you live in Manhattan. Go do something.”
"I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every states I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move."
— John Steinbeck (via venebelle)
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A Cafe in Belgium (photograph by Dennis Barloga)
found on Dustjacket Attic@Blogspot
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(by Rob Kroenert)
Scheherazade by Richard Siken
One of my favourite poems. :)
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Same coin, guys. Same coin.
two herps of the same derp
THIS IS PROBABLY SOME LAME INSIDE SET JOKE
GODDAMNIT BOYS
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