17 . 08 . 14 not fair  ruby    +1371


F. Cabanes  (via samuraitrack)
❝ I think I might always be in some kind of love with you. ❞
15 . 08 . 14 words    +232254

I got my hands on an advance copy of the most acclaimed debut novels of the year, “We Are Not Ourselves” by Matthew Thomas. It was, well… I’m man enough to admit that a few pages of my copy are literally warped from tears. I talked about it nonstop for a week and then made my wife read it. She said, “It can’t be as good as you’re saying.” Fifty pages in she was still skeptical and said, “I like it,” in a slightly cavalier tone, “but I think you just read it when you were in a weird mood.” 100 pages in, she disappeared into her room and began ignoring me and the children. When she finished it she found me in the kitchen. Her glasses were wet with tears. She hugged me and said, “Beautiful. So beautiful.” It is beautiful, we agree. It’s a story about a middle-class American woman and her family, struggling to find happiness. I don’t want to say too much and influence your reading, so let me just say, I love this story so much that I decided to start a book club to trick other people into reading it. I contacted the author and he agreed to do an online book-club chat with me. The idea is I’ll chat with him and ask him my questions and your questions, and we’ll all do an old-fashioned book salon (but online). We are going to do the book club/salon in early September, 2014 and the book comes out August 19th, so get a hardcopy, or an e-book, or reserve it at the library—and read it quick! I’ll post again with exact date and time for the salon. http://www.amazon.com/We-Are-Not-Ourselves-Novel/dp/147675666X/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top

15 . 08 . 14 misha    +3247


Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)

there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

15 . 08 . 14 words  :(    +43549