Wonder Lost

My life through these pieces of text
fashion,philosophy, classic lit, film, and occasional cute animals.
~ Monday, April 15 ~
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But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
— Haruki Murakami (via seabois)

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~ Monday, March 11 ~
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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

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~ Sunday, March 3 ~
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~ Saturday, February 9 ~
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Wow. Choosing to come to SA has got to be one of the best decisions ever… It’s gorgeous and the people are really friendly and helpful. Despite sticking out to the extreme, I feel very comfortable. It will take a while to get used to everyone staring at me but I find smiling back works well. I really wasn’t expecting there to be so few white students but really I’ve only met one who wasn’t an exchange student. Another thing that surprised me was the accent of white people here; I was expecting it to sound similar to a Dutch accent but it is identical to Australian which is awesome. So needless to say i’m on the look out for a hot faux Aussie. Alsoi everything is so cheap here; nice clothes and shoes are walmart or sirens prices. Even the more expensive stores are like sale prices at home. Last thing, coolest experience so far… cream soda flavoured milk… didn’t beat banana milk to go but worth a try.


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~ Sunday, February 3 ~
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I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.
Clemence Poésy  (via seabois)

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Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?

(Source: thesnowinthedarkness)


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~ Saturday, February 2 ~
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~ Wednesday, January 30 ~
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Gentlemen. This is what rape culture is like:

Imagine you have a Rolex watch. Nice fancy Rolex, you bought it because you like the way it looks and you wanted to treat yourself. And then you get beaten and mugged and your Rolex is stolen. So you go to the police. Only, instead of investigating the crime, the police want to know why you were wearing a Rolex instead of a regular watch. Have you ever given a Rolex to anyone else? Is it possible you wanted to be mugged? Why didn’t you wear long sleeves to cover up the Rolex if you didn’t want to be mugged?

And then after that, everywhere you go, there are constant jokes about stealing your Rolex. People you don’t even know whistle at your Rolex and make jokes about cutting your hand off to get it. The media doesn’t help either; it portrays people who wear Rolexes as flamboyant assholes who secretly just want someone to come along and take that Rolex off their hands. When damn, all you wanted was to wear a nice watch without getting harassed for it. When you complain that you are starting to feel unsafe, people laugh you off and say that you are too uptight. Never mind you got violently attacked for the crime of wearing a friggin time piece.

Imagining all that? It sucks, doesn’t it.

Now imagine you could never take the Rolex off.


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amandamarsalis:

Santa Barbara
January 2013

amandamarsalis:

Santa Barbara

January 2013


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seabois:

Annie Dillard, The Living

seabois:

Annie Dillard, The Living


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