En Valencia…
Cuando tiene un novio/una novia, se dice “esta festejando.” Desde la palabra “festejar” porque cada dia con un amor es una fiesta. Me parece interesante.
These are the kinds of places I dream about living.
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Vincent Brassinne, Sonian Forest (Forêt de Soignes)
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The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
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Cuando tiene un novio/una novia, se dice “esta festejando.” Desde la palabra “festejar” porque cada dia con un amor es una fiesta. Me parece interesante.
I simultaneously want to sleep in bed forever and do everything in the world
(via psychotic-romance)
The Dune Shacks of Peaked Bars Historic District.
From The Provincetown Design Group:
Nestled into the ever-shifting shapes of the Province Lands dunes, they are primitive in structure, but surrounded by a rare sort of richness – the mesmerizing environment of the ever-changing dunes, great undulations of sand that are constantly swept by the ocean’s winds into new shapes and that have long been a place of withdrawal for artists, eccentrics, writers and Cape residents.
Since the mid 1990s, area non-profits have offered solitude in the dunes to writers, artists, scientists, historians, musicians, and dancers through summer and fall shack residency programs.
Photos by Chris Seufert, Paul Neumann, Debra Bacon, and Stephanie Foster.
Beautiful.
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Live on the “5th floor.” It takes 7 floors of stairs to get home.
The nasty toilet squat.
Now walk everywhere because of the transportation strike.
More stairs.
:3
way to make a girl feel guilty
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