the girl with no country

the only thing that matters is the understanding that everyone matters.

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but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams. - w. b. yeats

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if i write for you, do you think you could read it? savor the words carefully chosen just for your eyes, your ears. for i am personal and i am illegible, in all manners and parts i am how you choose to see me.

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“To live is so startling, it leaves but little room for other occupations.”

— Emily Dickinson

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And so I pose my original question. Do you love me? No, do you really love me? Do you love me despite the number of times I’ve flung your heart at...
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“You look like a winter night, I could sleep inside the cold of you.”

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I took a 7 week coast to coast road trip after being laid off from Boeing. I didn’t have a camper but realized that...

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You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.

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Ernest Hemingway, center, photographed for the Oak Park High School football team, November 1915

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We can tell our children that school is important until we’re blue in the face, they’re not stupid. They see the loudest applause is for the kids on the field. They know teachers are paid poorly and don’t drive fancy cars. They know people plan Super Bowl parties but mock the National Spelling Bee. In other words, they see the hypocrisy, and we can’t expect society to correct itself. If we want to have any lasting influence on the way our kids approach education — the way future generations approach education — then we have to grab our pom-poms and paint our faces and celebrate intellectual curiosity with the same vigor we do their athletic achievements.

Why I’m raising my son to be a nerd - CNN.com

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I Am Uncomfortable With Your Personal Drama And I Want To Go Home: The Nick Carraway Story

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The Kiss, Tino Sehgal’s living sculpture at the Guggenheim

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You have been sleeping badly. All tight with worry about asteroids arriving, and if you can still bake bread with your heavy little hands and those holes in your lungs.

When I dream of you there are no asteroids, and there is your bread, and you sleep all quiet and tiny breath.

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When it comes to matters of love, it’s often platonic devotion that proves the most intimate and carries the most weight in one’s life. It’s the love stories of friendship, the decades-spanning, unbreakable connection to someone that stays around as lovers come and go. Yes, romantic love is an all-encompassing illness of the heart, but without a best friend to guide you, life becomes less tolerable. Cinema has long been awash in tales of romantic love, of course, but it’s rare to see a tale of love between two female best friends, especially one that genuinely shows what it is like to have that kind of soul mate, without whom everything else would be askew.

Greta Gerwig & Mickey Sumner on Exploring Female Friendship in Noah Baumbach’s ‘Frances Ha’

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I was twenty. I will let no one say it is the best time of life. Everything threatens a young person with ruin: love, ideas, the loss of family, the entrance into the world of adults. It is hard to learn one’s part in the world.

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I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.

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