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Go after her.

Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.

HARVEY MILK, The Harvey Milk Interviews: In His Own Words (via film-dot-com)

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I wish you had stayed.

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theatlantic:

There’s No Such Thing as Everlasting Love (According to Science)

It is what she calls a “micro-moment of positivity resonance.” She means that love is a connection, characterized by a flood of positive emotions, which you share with another person—any other person—whom you happen to connect with in the course of your day. You can experience these micro-moments with your romantic partner, child, or close friend. But you can also fall in love, however momentarily, with less likely candidates, like a stranger on the street, a colleague at work, or an attendant at a grocery store. Louis Armstrong put it best in “It’s a Wonderful World” when he sang, “I see friends shaking hands, sayin ‘how do you do?’ / They’re really sayin’, ‘I love you.’”

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I have said this for years.

I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
Now dinosaurs freeze to death on your shoulder.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.
Jeffrey McDaniel, from “Letter to the Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back” (via enchanting)

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It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
Jack Kerouac (via siftingflour)

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fishingboatproceeds:

It’s true.

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
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theavc:

Alright you little freshmen bitches, Dazed And Confusedis now part of The New Cult Canon.

Seriously, I’m going as Darla for Halloween this year. Apologies to Janet Snakehole.

I was going to do this last year but got lazy. Seriously Darla is my queen.

That’s how I feel about relationships. They’re totally irrational, crazy, and absurd. But I guess we, uh,  just keep going through it because most of us… need the eggs.

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theatlantic:

Happy 100th Birthday, Julia Child!

Today would’ve been Julia Child’s centennial birthday. To celebrate, read a few of our favorite stories about America’s favorite chef. (And watch an excellent remix, like the one above.)

“The Beignets Julia Couldn’t Resist”

If you were in the food world, you could not help but want her approval. Julia was like the school principal who was both feared and loved by all. And she was real. There was nothing fake about Julia, and she did not hold back if she did not enjoy something on her plate. But if she gave criticism it was constructive and not mean-spirited. She was joyful and genuinely fun to be around.

“Cooking Dinner For Julia Child”

Julia walked into the kitchen even before taking off her coat, saying, “Everything smells delicious,” and startling me by lifting lids off all the pots on the stovetop to sniff the contents.

putthison:

“When I was young there were beatniks. Hippies. Punks. Gangsters. Now you’re a hacktivist. Which I would probably be if I was 20. Shuttin’ down MasterCard. But there’s no look to that lifestyle! Besides just wearing a bad outfit with bad posture. Has WikiLeaks caused a look? No! I’m mad about that. If your kid comes out of the bedroom and says he just shut down the government, it seems to me he should at least have an outfit for that.

- John Waters on the sorry style of today’s rebels  (emphasis mine)

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leviathancrafts:

Awesome dresser ideas for the modern home  from french by design.

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