July 2012
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let go
Let’s let go of the need to know, every second of the day, and let our minds wander around in the dark for abit.
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New York truths according to Gopnik →
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Adam Gopnik’s truths about New York:
We can’t make any life in New York without composing a private map of it in our minds. An actual map of New York recalls our inner map of the city. Simultaneously [New York is] a map to be learned and a place to aspire to. A city of things and a city of signs, the place I actually am and the place I would like to be even when I am here. Even when...
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On the semicolon
A nice description:
No other piece of punctuation so compactly captures the way in which our thoughts are both liquid and solid, wave and particle.
- Ben Dolnick from “Semicolons: A Love Story” in the NYTimes.com
Bikers Against Child Abuse make abuse victims feel... →
“Medical doctors in America are not trained to think like scientists—they are...”
– TEB, Palo Alto, CA (via magnificentruin)
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i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will...
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Post Era: So I keep hearing this bullshit... →
post-era:
“Universe, please help me! I’m sending out positive vibes!”, or some other similar nonsense. Folks, that’s just as fucking stupid as praying.
Look, if you want something, go fucking get it. Get up off your ass and take some goddamned ownership over your fucking life. If you like someone, flirt…
Biking: Day 2
Only ran into one fence. I’m getting better!
Anxiety: The 'Busy' Trap →
The “crazy busy” existence so many of us complain about is almost entirely self-imposed.
My desi father's encouragement after I broke up...
(it was the first, proper break-up to have occurred in my life, I was probably 18 or so, it was a cold, bitter winter and I was lying in bed, crying my eyes out and hugging my pillow for the past week and a half without eating a morsel of food)
Dad: May I enter your room, Holy Princess?
Dad: Ha ha, stop crying. Foolish girl.
Dad: Astaghfirullah. What is that smell? Did you burn something?
Dad: It is the smoke rising from your head to see me this positive, yes?
Dad: Okay. Okay. No more to joke.
Dad: I am a Muslim, Pakistani father. I never liked the idea of you being with him but I said, "Let it be, yaar. She is young. She is free. I still love her. She is my baby princess." Wipe your snot. So I was okay with him being with you. But it hurts me a lot more to see you like this.
Dad: You are not chubby anymore. What kind of diet is this, hmm? Ha ha, I made funny joke.
Dad: (pushes my hair behind my ear) Allah created hearts to break and heal every now and then. That is why we are humans. If we did not hurt, we wouldn't be who we are today. But having a broken heart means you have two options: To heal it and become invincible. Or to mope away and become a pathetic shadow of the person you once were. What would my little girl do?
Dad: She would eat lotta chips. Ha ha ha.
Dad: Okay, sorry. She would fight back and win her strength to become who she was and will be forever. You are going to meet someone amazing. Boys are idiots. I thank Allah for not giving me sons. They are foolish donkeys. Daughters are warriors. You are my warrior. When you were born, I had tears. I was so scared. I did not want anyone to hurt my baby. Today he hurt you. Allah will take revenge. But you take your time to heal and know that I am always here for you even if my English is not too good.
Dad: That boy was a bastard, foolish dog from hell. Bastard.
Dad: I love you.
