certainty is absurd
twenty year old college student from nj but studying in the midwest.
obsessions include interior design, blogs, g(mail-chat-reader), being compulsively organized, my crackberry (love/hate relationship), napping, j.crew, anthro, target, brand marketing, photography, typography, scarves, top chef, gilmore girls, barney stinson, harry potter, and the new york yankees.
“ It is much, much worse to receive bad news through the written word than by somebody simply telling you, and I’m sure you understand why. When somebody simply tells you bad news, you hear it once, and that’s the end of it. But when bad news is written down, whether in a letter or a newspaper or on your arm in felt tip pen, each time you read it, you feel as if you are receiving the bad news again and again.
Lemony Snicket (via ourveryownpeaceofmind)
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luck, it must be said, is a loaded word...
luck, it must be said, is a loaded word. sometimes someone’s luck is nothing of their own doing, a result of the privilege of their birth. sometimes we mean luck in the purest way, the happenstance of sitting next to the right person on a bus. (this sort of luck seems practically mythical; one wonders if it ever happens.) but for many people, “luck” is something of their own making: they work hard, network, self-promote, and so on, and one day, they end up in the right place at the right time and catch their break. is that luck? not in the same way, and telling someone who has worked hard that their success is a result of luck is insulting.
- sheryl sandberg is lucky, men are good | via cacioppo: texturism
LONDON, ENGLAND - JANUARY 01: Fireworks light up the London skyline and Big Ben just after midnight on January 1, 2012 in London, England. Thousands of people lined in central London to ring in the New Year with a spectacular fireworks display.
London.
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Can’t wait to be in LONDON!
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catcher in the rye
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perfection.
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“ As Harry Potter was the only other thing I was passionate about, the doctors gave consent for me to leave the hospital and collect the fifth Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, from the local book shop. I was so ecstatic to have the book and excited to begin reading it, but there was never any hint of your imminent arrival and the way you would change my life so drastically. Luna, you instantly captivated me. I didn’t know why but there was something about you with your upside-down magazine, straggly blonde hair, and the honest, abashed way you stared at people without blinking that fascinated and perplexed me at once. You laughed hysterically at one of Ron’s quips and didn’t stop to excuse yourself and feel ashamed when it became clear that everyone found you strange. Throughout the book, I found myself waiting for your brief appearances and wanting to know more about you and why you were the way you were. You baffled me, not because you were odd (though indeed you were), but because you were… perfect. But it was a different kind of perfect to the perfectly thin, smiling magazine girls I simultaneously idolised and reviled. It was the way you carried your oddness like it was the most natural thing in the world. You didn’t market your oddness as your defining feature the way some insecure teenagers do, in guise of confidence and security. And nor were you oblivious to the awkward and uncomfortable feelings your oddness provoked in others. When, unable to comprehend how you wore your oddness so honestly and unashamedly, your peers reverted to mockery and bullying, you recognised this as a reflection of their own deep-seated insecurity and calmly let them carry on, quite above your head. You weren’t trying hard to present a certain aspect of yourself that would boldly identify you in the world. And that’s when it occurred to me how bizarre and positively ridiculous it was to apply the word “weird” to describe you, when you represented the most natural and unpretentious state possible to be; you were yourself.
Evanna Lynch, in part of her Dear Mr. Potter letter, where she describes first reading about Luna while in a recovery programme for anorexia (via holymotherofhnng)
No words can describe this girl, she’s making me absolutely speechless.
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