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How To Get Over Your Self-Doubt

Nothing pathbreakingly new about this piece. Sharing it anyway, just because. 

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FC Barcelona: a summary. 

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"Back to Bed"

I think maybe I should play this instead of writing my paper y/y? 

focus-damnit:

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“Learn to love solitude, to be more alone with yourselves. The tragedy of today’s young people is that they try to unite on the basis of carrying out noisy and aggressive actions so as not to feel lonely, and this is a sad thing. The individual must learn from childhood to be on his own, for this doesn’t mean to be lonely: it means to not get bored with oneself, because a person who finds himself bored when he is alone, it seems to me, is a person in danger.”

—   Andrei Tarkovsky on being asked, ‘What would you like to tell young people? (via creatingaquietmind)

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Here’s what our parents never taught us:
you will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon, 
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading baudelaire, and 
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
you will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
a woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
you will not tell anyone that you liked it. 
it’s okay. 
it is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
you can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
all you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket. 
all you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
you will lie to everyone you love. 
they will love you anyways.
one day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
molt. 
don’t be afraid.
your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
you are a hurricane-prone area. 
the glass will break through often.
but it’s okay. i promise.
remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.”

—Shinji Moon, “Here’s what our parents never taught us”

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book tag!

cricketlicious:

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your…

I was tagged by complice. This list is slightly different from the one on my facebook because I’ve had more time to sleep on it :D

Here’s my list, in no particular order and certainly not exhaustive:

1. An Equal Music- Vikram Seth
2. A Tale of Two Cities- Charles Dickens
3. Lolita- Vladimir Nabokov
4. The Second Sex- Simone de Beauvoir
5. A Telltale Heart- Edgar Allan Poe
6. The Unbearable Lightness of Being- Milan Kundera
7. The Book Thief- Markus Zusack
8. Sputnik Sweetheart- Haruki Murakami
9. Half of a Yellow Sun- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
10. Shantaram- Gregory David Roberts

really tempted to add more, but I’ll resist the urge to inflict my foolishness on the interwebbers at the moment. 

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