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CUANDO UN MALLORQUÍN VUELVE A VER LA CATEDRAL DESPUÉS DE UNA SEMANA DE VIAJE
Homesick feels.
7 Great quotes about libraries on photos of beautiful libraries
With libraries around the world in danger of extinction, Flavorwire posted a series of great quotes about libraries from famous writers. I decided to pair them with some of the world’s most beautiful libraries. You’re welcome;
- Trinity College Library - University of Dublin
- University Club Library – New York City
- Admont Abbey Library – Austria
- Real Gabinete Português de Leitura – Rio de Janeiro
- Suzzalo Library at the University of Washington – Seattle
- Yale University’s Beinecke Rare Book & Manuscript Library
- Canadian Library of Parliament – Ottawa
Click on the photo to see it full size. Support your local library, kids.
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Does anyone notice right away when an episode is written by Moffat?
I’m currently watching Doctor Who for the first time (just starting s7) but this has happened a couple of times already.
The Doctor will talk about a female companion in an unusual way or unusual tone, a companion will act weird, a way that somehow seems wrong, and lo and behold, Moffat wrote it. I mean, season 6 finale, defining River as “Hell in heels”? At that point in time? Come on.
Am I being too “sensitive” or what?
It’s something people are so powerless over, and so often they want to make it your fault. It’s nobody’s fault. I started thinking of suicide when I was 10 years old—I can’t believe that that’s somebody’s fault. Like, “Oh, you’re just an attention getter.” Mental illness isn’t seen as an illness, it’s seen as a choice.
I have a joke about how people don’t talk about mental illness the way they do other regular illnesses. “Well, apparently Jeff has cancer. Uh, I have cancer. We all have cancer. You go to chemotherapy you get it taken care of, am I right? You get back to work.” Or: “I was dating this chick, and three months in, she tells me that she wears glasses, and she’s been wearing contact lenses all this time. She needs help seeing. I was like, listen, I’m not into all that Western medicine shit. If you want to see, then work at it. Figure out how not to be so myopic. You know?”
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Mr. Therapy Makes You Weak. Mr. Get Over It. Mr. I Don’t Get Why You’re Crying Can’t You Just Stop?
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- Befriend The Girl of Your Dreams (who shall hereafter be addressed as ‘TGYD’) via methods of stalking.
- Aid in the destruction of TGYD’s relationship with her best friend and only sister.
- Lie to TGYD about the discrimination she might face once she enters a new world she knows nothing about.
- Try to convince TGYD to want to join a school house which has almost consistently displayed prejudice towards people of her heritage despite your knowledge of the discrimination that might occur if she ends up in that house.
- (…)
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Your silence will not protect you
We can learn to work and speak when we are afraid in the same way we have learned to work and speak when we are tired. For we have been socialized to respect fear more than our own needs for language and definition, and while we wait in silence for that final luxury of fearlessness, the weight of that silence will choke us.
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In the cause of silence, each of us draws the face of her own fear — fear of contempt, of censure, of some judgment, or recognition, of challenge, of annihilation. But most of all, I think, we fear the visibility without which we cannot truly live.
- Audre Lorde.
1 day after we started dating, I wrote:
I’d write to you every day.
Every day I’m less and less afraid of talking to you, telling you things, smiling at you, looking at you, kissing you, because I get to know it’s not a bad thing to tell you about myself, it’s not a bad thing to smile at you from the heart, it’s not a bad thing to kiss you when I want to, how I want to, because I want to, because I want you and you want me.
I’d write to you every day to prove to you that: I’m happy, I’m here, I know that you’re here and that you love me and to say that I’m happy when you say you want to see me because I’m happy to see you, I’m happy that I get to see you and that I want to. I’d write to you every day that I want to see you.
I’d write to you every day to say that I’m afraid. I’d write to tell you that it’s not easy, that, sometimes, I don’t know how to cope. Sometimes, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe that you love me, that you’re smiling at me, that you look at me like that, that you laugh with me, that you suffer for me, that you want to be happy by my side.
I’d write to you every day to tell you how afraid I am that I’ll talk too much, that I’ll say too much, that I’ll bore you, that I’ll drive you away from me. I’d write to you every day to tell you how I’ve been taught to be quiet, better be quiet, always be quiet.
But above all things I’d write to you to tell you that I don’t believe all that anymore.
To tell you: it doesn’t matter, I know you’re more than that.
It doesn’t matter, I know trust can do so much more.
It doesn’t matter, I know that you’re here, I know I can believe my eyes. I know you’d still accept me if I let myself go.
I’d tell you that I’ll always feel this way, and I’ll never falter.
I love you.
7 days after we started dating, I wrote:
You make everything new.
And new is scary, but also exciting. New is unknown (but I want to know it).
The world, the whole world, is new because of you. And as much as I feel I should play it cool, I should play it down, and so on and so forth, my guts, my heart, my eyes, my smile, your eyes, your smile, your easy laughter, your hugs, your hands, your everything tells me: go for it, come explore this world with me, let’s make it all anew, let’s rediscover it.
Let’s live like the present moment will never happen again, and is so much more precious because of that.
Let’s hug and laugh and talk and kiss and hold hands and hug and walk and smile.
Let’s do this.
