ckck: New York Magazine cover photo by Iwan Baan. Wow.

ckck:

New York Magazine cover photo by Iwan Baan. Wow.

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such a inspiring moment! unypl: “By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept,” by Elizabeth Smart  Read By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept The train was waiting and she was sitting there reading. I saw her through the open doors. I walked in, took a seat infront of her, and I photographed her. She became aware of me after I took the shot. Instinctively, I knew that her awareness was informed. She looked up and asked, “Are you the underground?”. I hesitated for a moment, as I wondered myself if I was the underground. Then I quickly said yes. She took my hand and held it, so warmly, like we were already connected. I won’t forget it. That moment will be a part of me. It will enrich my work. Thank you. 

such a inspiring moment!

unypl:

“By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept,” by Elizabeth Smart 

Read By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

The train was waiting and she was sitting there reading. I saw her through the open doors. I walked in, took a seat infront of her, and I photographed her. She became aware of me after I took the shot. Instinctively, I knew that her awareness was informed. She looked up and asked, “Are you the underground?”. I hesitated for a moment, as I wondered myself if I was the underground. Then I quickly said yes. She took my hand and held it, so warmly, like we were already connected. I won’t forget it. That moment will be a part of me. It will enrich my work. Thank you. 

bookmania: from The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood

bookmania:

from The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood

the bronte sisters
my favorite item in the whole wide world. 

my favorite item in the whole wide world. 

To be alone is the only real revolution. To accept that you are alone is the greatest transformation that can happen to you.

Osho  (via bulletbabes)

(Source: lazyyogi, via dreamsofink)

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via bookmania)

I want them too!  bookmania: Old Penguins. How many books is too many? (Photo by Eifion)

I want them too! 

bookmania:

Old Penguins. How many books is too many? (Photo by Eifion)

lylaandblu: Perry Street, Greenwich Village, New York City.

lylaandblu:

Perry Street, Greenwich Village, New York City.

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I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via bookmania)

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