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REALIZING YOU WILL NEVER HAVE HUMMUS THIS GOOD AGAIN
(Source: crimesagainsthughsmanatees)
WHY ARE YOU ON THE VERGE OF TEARS?
(a) You just finished The Departed and scenes of Boston filled you with overwhelming nostalgia
(b) You just finished The Departed and aoisjdfaodf LEO NOOOOOOOOO
(c) What is it, your period?
Study abroad book round-up:
1. The Pale King-David Foster Wallace
2. Room- Emma Donaghue
3. The Hunger Games- Suzanne Collins
4. The Little Prince-Antoine De Saint Exupery
5. White Teeth- Zadie Smith
6. Taxi- Khalid Akhamissi
7. Bossypants- Tina Fey
8. The Holocaust Is Over; We Must Rise From Its Ashes- Avraham Burg
(Source: octopussoir-, via breathy)
It’s a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying, “Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He didn’t love me. He just couldn’t deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me.” Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll - then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.
— Zadie Smith, White Teeth
(Source: nisha-ology)
Getting college educated.
