Bumpy ride to begin with this year, but like this climacteric trip, all up from here on. Anyone ever afraid of traveling solo, don’t be. It’s the most meditative and liberating feeling in the world. Te amo America del Sur para siempre. ✌️❤️😊 (at Machu Picchu)

Bumpy ride to begin with this year, but like this climacteric trip, all up from here on. Anyone ever afraid of traveling solo, don’t be. It’s the most meditative and liberating feeling in the world. Te amo America del Sur para siempre. ✌️❤️😊 (at Machu Picchu)

Monkey Business. #MachuPicchu (at Ciudadela De Machu Picchu)

Monkey Business. #MachuPicchu (at Ciudadela De Machu Picchu)

Slow scenic train ride to Machu Picchu while listening to the right tunes. Can’t begin to describe how beautiful this moment is where everything feels right. #perurail (at Ollantaytambo)

Slow scenic train ride to Machu Picchu while listening to the right tunes. Can’t begin to describe how beautiful this moment is where everything feels right. #perurail (at Ollantaytambo)

I Never by Rilo Kiley on Spotify

Revisiting an album I haven’t listened to since undergrad days. It holds new meaning now as a grown woman.

"Now some days they last longer than others. But this day by the lake went too fast." —With Arms Outstretched

Lying and error are the same word for the Greeks, which is interesting. That is, “to be wrong” could have various causes: you wanted to lie, or you just didn’t know the truth, or you forgot, and those are all one concept. That interests me, the bundling together and looking at the situation from a point of view of consequences and not motivation.
Complainers who can’t come up with solutions are just whiners. Go 24 hours without complaining once, and see how transformative life can be.

Complainers who can’t come up with solutions are just whiners. Go 24 hours without complaining once, and see how transformative life can be.

nevver:

CG Toki

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// Cardioplegia//

When it comes to the matters of the heart, the threat of pain is terrifying. It can lead to paralysis.

theatlantic:

How Novels Widen Your Vision

“It was, gentlemen, after a long absence—seven years to be exact, during which time I was studying in Europe—that I returned to my people.”
So begins Tayeb Salih’s 1966 novel Season of Migration to the North. This fraught first sentence, spoken by a westernized Sudanese narrator returning home, has many layers of division—between home and away, between outsider and insider, between strong and weak, between man and woman, between West and East, between black and white.
In his essay for this series, All Our Names author Dinaw Mengestu indicts what he calls “the fractured gaze”: any worldview that sets apart “us” apart from “them.” For Mengestu, literature offers a way to see beyond the simplistic labels that confine us. In a passage from Season of Migration to the North that suggests the essential human sameness of the Sudanese and Europeans, Mengestu locates his mission statement.
Read more. [Image: Doug McLean]

theatlantic:

How Novels Widen Your Vision

“It was, gentlemen, after a long absence—seven years to be exact, during which time I was studying in Europe—that I returned to my people.”

So begins Tayeb Salih’s 1966 novel Season of Migration to the North. This fraught first sentence, spoken by a westernized Sudanese narrator returning home, has many layers of division—between home and away, between outsider and insider, between strong and weak, between man and woman, between West and East, between black and white.

In his essay for this series, All Our Names author Dinaw Mengestu indicts what he calls “the fractured gaze”: any worldview that sets apart “us” apart from “them.” For Mengestu, literature offers a way to see beyond the simplistic labels that confine us. In a passage from Season of Migration to the North that suggests the essential human sameness of the Sudanese and Europeans, Mengestu locates his mission statement.

Read more. [Image: Doug McLean]

the blues

brightlightsloudnoises:

if i can’t entertain
you anymore
then i am
useless

if i can’t
break your frown
or
will you into
better spirits
then

who am i

what good am i

laying flat on my back
in bed
nursing
a beer
listening to
rihanna

laying in the
dark,
staring at the…

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