I hadn’t felt a touch like that since my mother died - friendly, steadying in the midst of confusing events - and , like a stray dog hungry for affection, I felt some profound shift in allegiance, blood-deep, a sudden, humiliating, eyewatering conviction of ‘this place is good, this person is safe, I can trust him, nobody will hurt me here’.
- The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt
How can one book contain so many perfect sentences?
Alla Osipenko with John Markovsky, ca. 1970s
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So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.
—Meredith Grey (via creatingaquietmind)
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Never has a gif captured everything I want so succinctly.
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What a year. So many pages turned, emails skimmed, lunches choked down at your desk, office drama, bad dates, flat-out amazing books, brainstem-chokingly bad books (seriously, what mass hysteria led to this getting printed by the thousand?!), promotions, firings, and 525,600 refreshings of Tumblr,…
Work until your idols become your rivals.
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