May 2013
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If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.
– A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner. (via foie)
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
– Jack Kerouac (via johnny-nije-dobar)
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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If...
– Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
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April 2013
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sonder
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in...
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How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
– David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King (via nequiquam)
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March 2013
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