I think the true mark of emotional maturity is the ability to treat other people with respect and kindness even after a bad day. Unhappiness is never a penchant for alienating or hurting those who love you.

(leah bird)

(leah bird)

I admire fiction, am amused and excited by the oversimplification of life it represents. I don't want to become a character in fiction myself, however, and I want to get along very well with you.


Kurt Vonnegut.

(The Sartorialist)

(Modern Hepburn)

(leah bird)

(Jewel of the South)

(Miss Moss)

(Thought Catalog)

(justerinhere)

(justerinhere)

(unknown)

But their relationship at the start… was established with her in pursuit of him, and all the years since, of hidden meetings, of wise decisions to end it and thrilling abject collapses into sex, have not disrupted the fundamental pattern of her giving and his taking, of her fearing their end more than he, and clinging, and disliking herself for clinging, and wanting to punish him for her dislike, and him shrugging and continuing to bask in the sun of her love, that rises every day whether he is there or not. He can't believe it, quite, and has to keep testing her.

John Updike

(The Sartorialist)

(The Clothes Horse)

(Francesca Woodman)

(justerinhere)

(Band of Outsiders)

All morons hate it when you call them a moron.

J.D. Salinger

(leah-bird)

I saw the "Umbrellas of Cherbourg," which I took very hard. To an unmoored, middle-aged man like myself, it was heartbreaking. That's all right. I like to have my heart broken.


Kurt Vonnegut. 

(Jewel of the South)

(nina ahn)

 (leah-bird)

(Rookie).

(Rookie)

(leah bird)

Heading back to Brooklyn tomorrow morning.

Ain't that the thing.

(Leah-Bird)

(American Doldrums)

(The Artist)

(The Sartorialist)

Reading: Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
Listening to: Pollens, Brighten and Break, 2012

(mrlkanderson)

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer to anybody except my own confusion.

Jack Kerouac.

(Nina Ahn).