Be encouraged. Know that you have a whole life to figure this out. –Deneice
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Archive for the ‘west’ Category
hopeless
In west on 06/14/2012 at 11:59 pm
To look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.
a tree grows in brooklyn
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for N on her Travels abroad
In west on 06/13/2012 at 12:14 am
There is psychological pleasure in this takeoff, too, for the swiftness of the plane’s ascent is an exemplary symbol of transformation. The display of power can inspire us to imagine analogous, decisive shifts in our own lives, to imagine that we, too, might one day surge above much that now looms over us.
Instead of bringing back 1600 plants, we might return from our journeys with a collection of small unfêted but life-enhancing thoughts.
alain de botton, the art of travel
to having the most magical time,
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the birth of my sister
In west on 06/08/2012 at 6:14 pm
my sister is in New Zealand again, celebrating her birthday and her engagement. she also got drunk at 6am in Figi because her flight was delayed for hours and hours. that’s ma girl!
have a meowilicious bdayz
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on June
In west on 06/04/2012 at 11:44 pmOf course it might have been some other city, had circumstances been different and the time been different and had I been different, might have been Paris or Chicago or even San Francisco, but because I am talking about myself I am talking here about New York. That first night I opened my window on the bus into town and watched for the skyline, but all I could see where the wastes of Queens and the big signs that said MIDTOWN TUNNEL THIS LANE and then a flood of summer rain (even that seemed remarkable and exotic, for I had come out of the West where there was no summer rain), and for the next three days I sat wrapped in blankets in a hotel room air-conditioned to 35 degrees and tried to get over a bad cold and a high fever. It did not occur to me to call a doctor, because I knew none, and although it did occur to me to call the desk and ask that the air conditioner be turned off, I never called, because I did not know how much to tip whoever might come — was anyone ever so young?
I am here to tell you that someone was. All I could do during those three days was talk long-distance to the boy I already knew I would never marry in the spring, I would stay in New York, I told him, just six months, and I could see the Brooklyn Bridge from my window. As it turned out the bridge was the Triborough, and I stayed eight years.
didion
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for Baby Hariot
In west on 06/03/2012 at 1:50 am
Tatiana’s in labor. My heart swelled to gigantic proportions when I got the message. I would do anything to be in LA right now.
Praying, and jumping up and down, and sending every good vibe in the world to both of you, Tadi and Christian.
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Minthecity
In west on 05/31/2012 at 12:53 am
Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you
never blame deeply.
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