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euo:

“Tell you what. Truth is, sometimes I miss you so bad I can hardly stand it.”
Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

euo:

Tell you what. Truth is, sometimes I miss you so bad I can hardly stand it.”

Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

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racheldorisgregor:

Study after Boucher, oil on dura-lar by Rachel Gregor, 2014

racheldorisgregor:

Study after Boucher, oil on dura-lar by Rachel Gregor, 2014

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nprbooks:

Today, July 21, is Ernest Hemingway’s birthday. To celebrate, here are a three things you may not have known about him:

He (supposedly) invented the cocktail Death in the Afternoon. In a collection of celebrity recipes he instructed readers to “Pour one jigger absinthe into a Champagne glass. Add iced Champagne until it attains the proper opalescent milkiness. Drink three to five of these slowly.” (He also shared the recipe for his favorite hamburger.)
He rewrote the ending the A Farewell To Arms 39 times before he was satisfied.
He named his fishing boat Pilar.

HBD, Ernie!
Image via the National Archives

nprbooks:

Today, July 21, is Ernest Hemingway’s birthday. To celebrate, here are a three things you may not have known about him:

  1. He (supposedly) invented the cocktail Death in the Afternoon. In a collection of celebrity recipes he instructed readers to “Pour one jigger absinthe into a Champagne glass. Add iced Champagne until it attains the proper opalescent milkiness. Drink three to five of these slowly.” (He also shared the recipe for his favorite hamburger.)
  2. He rewrote the ending the A Farewell To Arms 39 times before he was satisfied.
  3. He named his fishing boat Pilar.

HBD, Ernie!

Image via the National Archives


Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

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lickittwice:

Giant Buddha in Leshan, China

lickittwice:

Giant Buddha in Leshan, China

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“It is…difficult to describe someone, since memories are by their nature fragmented, isolated, and arbitrary as glimpses one has at night through lighted windows.

[E]very memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long.” 
― Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

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I am practicing being kind instead of right. Matthew Quick, Silver Linings Playbook (via larmoyante)

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