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“ As a pastor friend calls it, I’m a ‘reverent agnostic.’ Whether or not there’s a God, I feel there’s room for the sacred in my life. Prayers of thanksgiving can be sacred. Time with the family can be sacred. Dressing up as Superman—definitely sacred.
A.J. Jacobs, Drop Dead Healthy (via specialedition87)
“ The shock of the twenties is how narrow that window of experience really is, and how inevitable it seems both at the time and afterward. At some point, it is late, too late, and you are standing on the sidewalk outside somewhere very loud. A wind is blowing. It’s the same cool, restless late-night breeze that blew on trampled nineteen-twenties lawns, dazed sixties streets, and anywhere young people gather. Nearby, someone who doesn’t smoke is smoking. An attractive stranger with a lightning laugh jaywalks between cars with a friend, making eye contact before scurrying inside. You’re far from home. It’s quiet. All at once, you have a thrilling sense of nowness, of the sheer potential of a verdant night with all these unmet people in it. For a long time after that, you think you’ll never lose this life, those dreams. But that was, as they say, then.
Nathan Heller: The Twentysomethings Are All Right (via caro)
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Me.
- Me: I'm so tired I could collaspe into bed and sleep for a year..
- Me: gets in bed
- Me: how was earth created
- Me: who made microwaves
- Me: how does the internet even work
- Me: I'm hungry
- Me: feels bad about something I did 4 years ago
- Me: remembers 73 unfinished tasks
- Me: too wired to sleep.
“This one broke all the rules. Michaela wasn’t looking at you, and worse, she had her eyes almost closed. Her hair was blowing across her face. It looked easy, casual, a moment that had been snapped on the street, which it had been, and which was the whole point. Afterwards, in the way that these things can happen, people applied all sorts of interpretations: It was about mixing high and low, Michaela was pregnant, it was a religious statement. But none of these things were true. I had just looked at that picture and sensed the winds of change. And you can’t ask for more from a cover image than that.” -Anna Wintour
Michaela Bercu for Vogue November 1988, the first issue of the Anna Wintour era, photographed by Peter Lindbergh
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