Ask me anything   I believe in lies that harm no one. Also romance novels.

nprfreshair:

Delia Ephron tells Terry Gross how she approaches life after the passing of her sister, Nora:

I do feel that I have to do everything quickly. I hate to waste a day. … What I feel now, and I feel much more strongly certainly since Nora’s death, is that all we really have is process. How did the work go today? How did the writing go? How did the lunch go with your best friend that you usually love to spend hours talking to? Did you wring every ounce of fun and intimacy out of it? … When you walked down the street did you notice things? Did you have a good time? Was it crisp out? Was it hot out? What I think happened to me is that I got very focused on the day and making the day matter.

nprfreshair:

Delia Ephron tells Terry Gross how she approaches life after the passing of her sister, Nora:

I do feel that I have to do everything quickly. I hate to waste a day. … What I feel now, and I feel much more strongly certainly since Nora’s death, is that all we really have is process. How did the work go today? How did the writing go? How did the lunch go with your best friend that you usually love to spend hours talking to? Did you wring every ounce of fun and intimacy out of it? … When you walked down the street did you notice things? Did you have a good time? Was it crisp out? Was it hot out? What I think happened to me is that I got very focused on the day and making the day matter.

— 7 months ago with 252 notes
mildrose:

silfarione:

Young couple cuddling as they sit down in a hole in the sand while others lie around behind them on a hot Independence Day at the beach. Photo by Ralph Crane, 1949.

can a picture get any more perfect or

mildrose:

silfarione:

Young couple cuddling as they sit down in a hole in the sand while others lie around behind them on a hot Independence Day at the beach. Photo by Ralph Crane, 1949.

can a picture get any more perfect or

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— 7 months ago with 343314 notes
My Second Day in Valencia

Wow, traveling is hard. Like, I could not have been prepared for that.

I don’t know how to talk about my experience here yet. It’s normal and extraordinary at the same time, and I haven’t really collected myself yet.

It’s kind of terrifying living in a city you don’t know where everyone speaks a language you can only do small talk in. The greatest struggles are navigating the city, and talking with the kids in Spanish because they really don’t know any English and they don’t want to mime words out with you.

I guess the other struggle is loneliness. I knew I would feel it, I knew I would miss home, but I was unprepared for the huge tidal wave to hit me. Admittedly, I am still jetlagged so my emotions are kind of extreme, but it really is difficult. I know it isn’t going to last forever, but it’s hard to ignore the feeling that you really don’t belong somewhere. As with everything, it will pass.

I would take pictures, but I’m kind of embarrassed and don’t want to seem like a tourist. Silly, I know. Ah well.

Valencia is beautiful. Well, it is a city, so sometimes it’s gross and there are homeless people (although far fewer than I would have expected) and there’s a neighborhood with mostly prostitutes and drug addicts. Some of the buildings are so grand and old, some run down and dirty, but they all seem beautiful to me. It’s strange to think that the place I’m living is something I would see on a postcard, but I suppose everywhere is foreign and enchanting to someone in the world.

Did you know that in Valenciana, lots of people speak Valenciana which is a different language that is similar to Spanish. Let me just say, that is not making learning Spanish easier at all.

I know at some point this will make me stronger, but I’m at the stage where I have to really work hard and feel kind of weak to get that strength. However, there are small signs of progress. Today, I had an Americano black, and I enjoyed it (my dad would be so proud!), and I’ve started thinking in Spanish. Now, that may sound advanced, but my thoughts are really broken, grammatically incorrect, and inadequate Spanish. But it’s still progress!

— 7 months ago
#Valencia  #travel  #personal  #new beginnings  #life is hard sometimes  #and also wonderful 
Pre-Departure

I don’t know how faithful I will be to this travel diary thing, but I have a feeling that I will treat it as an actual diary, so if you don’t like irrational emotions (or typos) this may not be the place for you.
Yesterday was hard. Many obstacles unexpectedly leaped in my path in packing, my phone, visa, etc. it wa unbelievably stressful. And in no way do I deal with stress well. I also had to say goodbye. I had to say goodbye to my Dad who I won’t see before my flight today. It wasn’t so hard to do it. But now, after I’ve sat alone in my room thinking it over, I feel like I did in preschool when I was so scared to let my dad leave, I clung to his leg and he sat with me for hours, reassuring me while I cried into his nice work tie.
And I had to say goodbye to someone else. It hurt more and more and didn’t stop hurting for a while. I forget what it is like to live without this person who has really made me happier than i would have expected. I’ll miss him. But I also remember that I have hurt like this before and I survived. Not all goodbyes are forever, and if they are, they certainly won’t hurt forever.
That is something I am struggling with. I have trouble focusing on the positive because I so often feel the negative. I feel it, get scared of it, and then obsess over it. But that’s not the correct attitude right now. I’M GOING TO SPAIN. Sure it’s going to be hard but only because it’s got so much to offer! There’s so much to be excited about that’s new and different, of course it will be a shock.
It may feel like sometimes the worlds against me, but really I think I’m more on top of the world than anything else.

— 7 months ago with 1 note
#Travel anxiety  #personal 
My Travel Diary

Hello, my very few but very attractive followers! My tumblr is now taking on the task of travel diary during my stay in Valencia starting tomorrow. I might change some names of the people I’m staying with, and if you want to send me a letter, or want me to send YOU a letter, you can message me through tumblr or facebook and we’ll exchange addresses. Right now, I actually don’t know if I can be reached by whatsapp since my phone might not be able to be unlocked. However, I would love to hear from people while I’m there (I’m expecting a few bouts of homesickness) so message me, skype me, etc. I would love to hear from anyone and everyone. Enjoy!

— 7 months ago with 2 notes
#valencia  #Spain  #travel diary  #new beginings 
npr:

Psychologist Barry Schwartz takes aim at a central tenet of western societies: freedom of choice. In Schwartz’s estimation, choice has made us not freer but more paralyzed, not happier but more dissatisfied.

npr:

Psychologist Barry Schwartz takes aim at a central tenet of western societies: freedom of choice. In Schwartz’s estimation, choice has made us not freer but more paralyzed, not happier but more dissatisfied.

— 8 months ago with 623 notes
To People on Twitter calling me a whore:

jessicavalenti:

Being called a ‘slut’ as a young person is part of the reason I became an activist. So keep it up, assholes: every time you call a girl a whore, a feminist gets her wings. 

— 8 months ago with 998 notes
Doris Lessing on the Impossible

beingblog:

“Whatever you’re meant to do, do it now. The conditions are always impossible.” ―Doris Lessing (1919-2013)

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— 8 months ago with 311 notes
tastefullyoffensive:

Sign spotted at the Chicago Marathon today. [via]

tastefullyoffensive:

Sign spotted at the Chicago Marathon today. [via]

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— 9 months ago with 9789 notes