December 2011
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… believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and...
– Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (trans. Stephen Mitchell)
well, fuck
“Here’s the thing about New York: it chooses who gets to live here. Either it swallows you, or spits you out.”
Leandra Medine
nickholmes:
Don’t laugh at this.