The Invisible Borders That Define American Culture
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Six years in the green, I still have to remember to say “soda” when my brain tries to say “pop.”
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“But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.” — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via freins)
“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bittersweet-expectations)
well, okay.
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#poetryparty (Taken with Instagram at Housing Works Bookstore Cafe)
My parents are in this picture! I spotted them because of my Dad’s bald spot…
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