Oct 21, 2014
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Then the feeling moves on. It does not collapse; it is not whisked away. It simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight.
Michael Cunningham, The Hours (via larmoyante)
Oct 20, 2014

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Oct 20, 2014

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Oct 20, 2014
när nån får praktik

när nån får praktik

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Oct 20, 2014
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
Anna Quindlen, Every Last One  (via larmoyante)
Oct 20, 2014
humansofnewyork:

"We’re all victims of the architect. Architecture is the only art that you can’t help but feel. You can avoid paintings, you can avoid music, and you can even avoid history. But good luck getting away from architecture."

humansofnewyork:

"We’re all victims of the architect. Architecture is the only art that you can’t help but feel. You can avoid paintings, you can avoid music, and you can even avoid history. But good luck getting away from architecture."

Oct 15, 2014

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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014
Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.
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