March 31, 2013

March 30, 2013

March 29, 2013

I feel so delighted with the world I'm living in today. The sun has returned to Brooklyn, and I've spent the past few days rambling by warfs, waters, and carousels. I laughed out loud walking home this afternoon at an Orthodox Jewish man dribbling a basketball between his legs on Pineapple Street. What magic!

March 27, 2013

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.

Evelyn Waugh.

March 25, 2013

March 21, 2013

March 20, 2013

March 19, 2013

March 18, 2013

"You keep falling for this. Getting hurt. Again and again and again and again."

"I know. But you see? That's the point."

March 16, 2013

We could not go back. If you did not go forward what happened?

Ernest Hemingway.

March 13, 2013

Overcome by lily lips and celosia skin,

bloody water and inky eyes;

the kaleidoscope of the half-truth,

and the ache of longing - mistaken for love.

March 10, 2013

Speedy mouth and I want what I want.

Bad Books.

March 9, 2013

I can't really decide if he's like the greatest person in the world or the worst and I should probably take my space to figure that out according to everybody so…

Hannah, "Girls"
(hitting very close to home, as per usual)

March 2, 2013

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