abraham linkage

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You will never be the polished, one-dimensional person this world desires.

alt-j - hunger of the pine

ZOMG NEW ALT-J.

lorde - retrograde (james blake cover)

Some people make us feel more human and some people make us feel less human and that is a fact as much as gravity is a fact and maybe there are ways to prove it, but the proof of it matters less that the existence of it—how a stranger can show up and look at you and make you make more sense to yourself and the world, even if that sense is extremely fragile and only comes around occasionally and is prone to wander or fade—what matters is that sometimes sense is made between two people and I don’t know if it’s random or there is any kind of order to it, what combinations of people work the best and why and how do we find these people and how do we keep these people around, and I don’t know if it’s chaos or not chaos but it feels like chaos to me so I suppose it is.
Catherine Lacey’s Nobody Is Ever Missing is filled with sentences as beautiful as this one. Typing it out was exhausting but also wonderful because I got to revisit it. (via bobbyfinger)
I stopped looking for the light. Decided to become it instead.
In a prescient moment at my kitchen table, right after I hung up the phone, I saw that I would love him, and that loving him would mean saying yes to the self I would become by loving him, and no to the other selves I would never become by not loving him.
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That it feels different here on this shore than you thought it would does not negate the enormity of the distance you traversed and the strength it took you to do it.
dear sugar @ the rumpus

artbeautypaintings:

unknown - Emilia Wilk

(via teakaleak)

I remember the clams, the wine. I remember the book I stared down into, sure that everyone was looking over at me in pity. But most of what I remember were the black walnuts on the cheese plate. They were extraordinary, as if I had never truly eaten a walnut before. Rich and bitter. I had that impulse to share the information, that “try these,” that sharing of the experience. But there was no one else there. I had to learn, in that moment, to enjoy the walnuts only for myself. I felt that Nine of Cups feeling, of satisfaction and wholeness. It turned my loneliness into solitude.

(via teakaleak)

pizzzatime:

magictransistor: René Magritte. The Victory. 1939. 

(via ronenreblogs)

Which is just to say, be careful when choosing what you’re proud of—because the world has every intention of using it against you.
"Rules of Civility," Amor Towles (via watchtheblog)