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~ Friday, November 6 ~
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~ Thursday, November 5 ~
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~ Tuesday, November 3 ~
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Tegan & Sara // Don’t Rush


~ Monday, November 2 ~
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~ Sunday, November 1 ~
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~ Saturday, October 31 ~
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When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time — the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes — when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever — there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.
John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

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~ Wednesday, October 28 ~
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Tegan and Sara // On Directing


~ Tuesday, October 27 ~
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iheartmyart: Deborah Butterfield, Untitled (3336), 2008, Unique cast bronze

iheartmyart: Deborah Butterfield, Untitled (3336), 2008, Unique cast bronze


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~ Monday, October 26 ~
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Björk // Unison

I thrive best hermit style
With a beard and a pipe
And a parrot on each side
But now I can’t do this without you


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Surely this will be my last opportunity to address you…My words are not spoken in bitterness. I shall pay with my life for the loyalty of the people…The seed we have planed in the worthy consciousness of thousands upon thousands of Chileans cannot forever remain unharvested…They have the might and they can enslave us, but they cannot halt the world’s social progresses, not with crimes, nor with guns. History is ours, and the people of the world will determine it.
— Salvador Allende’s last words to the Chilean people