Thursday, May 24, 2012
chicagohistorymuseum: Boy meets girl under the Marshall Field’s clock on State Street, September 20, 1947. Photograph from the Chicago Daily News.  Want a copy of this photo? >Visit our Rights and Reproductions Department and give them this number: ICHi-25669

chicagohistorymuseum:

Boy meets girl under the Marshall Field’s clock on State Street, September 20, 1947. Photograph from the Chicago Daily News. 

Want a copy of this photo? >Visit our Rights and Reproductions Department and give them this number: ICHi-25669

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Thursday, May 17, 2012
“There are some questions in life, the very speaking of which are their own undoing. Am I fired? Is this a date? Are you breaking up with me? Yes. No. Yes.” David Rakoff in this weekend’s episode of This American Life, The Invisible Made Visible (via nprfreshair)
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

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taylamp: boyfriend 

taylamp:

boyfriend 

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Thursday, May 10, 2012

anniehinton:

Eggs.

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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
“People say, ‘Oh, Mr. Sendak. I wish I were in touch with my childhood self, like you!’ As if it were all quaint and succulent, like Peter Pan. Childhood is cannibals and psychotic vomiting in your mouth! I say, ‘You are in touch, lady—you’re mean to your kids, you treat your husband like shit, you lie, you’re selfish… That is your childhood self!” Maurice Sendak, on what childhood means. (via theatlantic)
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“There must be more to life than having everything!” Maurice Sendak (1928 - 05/08/2012)

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Monday, May 7, 2012
“Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it.” David Foster Wallace (via thatkindofwoman)

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Saturday, May 5, 2012
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Friday, May 4, 2012

Life as a novel

If my life was a novel, what would the major themes be?

Without a doubt, one theme would be impatience. This is a lesson that I have confronted repeatedly, and I still struggle with it.

When I want something, I tend to want it to happen immediately. When this doesn’t occur, the result is frustration.

Sometimes, I feel like I live in a state of perpetual frustration. I recognize that the lesson here is to be more zen, to appreciate the now, and stop trying to force everything and everyone to operate at my speed.

Sometimes, when things go well, I think that I’m being rewarded for my acquired patience. I’m getting better with it. Or at least, I allow myself to think I am, and then the universe steps in and forces me to go even slower than I thought was comfortable.

Between graduate school and my dating situation, taking it slow has become the theme of this chapter, if not the entire novel.

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