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mylifeasakitten:

everythingisstatusquo:

at umass we don’t say i love you we say “what the fucking fuck are they building now and where the fuck am i supposed to walk” and i think that’s really beautiful.

newyorker:

“Winnie Cooper was, in a sense, the first pretty girl to smile at me—at all of us—and for that reason, because of her benevolence and sympathy—because she appeared to understand—she continues to endure while so many others have fallen away.” 

Mike Spies on the cultural impact of The Wonder Years’s Winnie Cooper: http://nyr.kr/11BGwlE

modernfamily-abc:

(Source: bronzesuperfrog)

The great affair is to move - Robert Louis Stevenson

I gave up this Tumblr in January when I moved to Ireland and the internet became annoyingly slow.  Now I’m picking it up so I can procrastinate on my papers for a bit longer…

Having spent a lifetime in the state of Massachusetts, it’s good to get out and see the universe.  It’s good because I find things I like about different places, but mostly I learn to appreciate the world’s most beautiful city, Boston.  A city big enough to still feel like its own small town.  A city old and filled with history.  A city with the best doctors in the world.  A city with some of the best schools in the world.  A city with the best people in the world. A city with the best drivers…uh, I’ll stop there.

“What do you like most about Boston?” I asked on an interview in December with a certain Boston publication, and this new Middlebury graduate from somewhere out West in America told me an unemotional answer of great restaurants and city attractions.  ”Is there anything you don’t like about Boston?” I asked, only because the only answer I possibly expected was, “No - Boston is a great city,” or, I don’t know, “How could anyone not fall in love with this city?” or, “Sure, the place is insane, but even its faults one can appreciate,” but instead, the answer I got was a serious and almost offended, “I’m not going to get into that. I liked Vermont. I liked my old job in New Mexico.  And Boston is very different from both of those places.  I’m trying to adjust here.”

For the first time in my life I realized that maybe Boston is not sentimental to the rest of the world in the way that it is to me.  I see its faults as beauty, and love this birthplace of mine unconditionally. 

Because that’s how you treat someone, or something, that you love.  You don’t understand how anyone else could see your love as anything but perfect.  But they do-this editor, in particular, had a love for Santa Fe.  What do I know or care of Santa Fe besides a few googled photos? And if I moved there, would I love it the way I love Boston? Or just see it for its surface level qualities, a warm place with its own style.  

I can appreciate New York and DC - and now, about ten European cities - for what I see upon moving around, but love takes time and commitment, and maybe that sentimental value of your hometown, home city, place you live and have grown attached to, is a rare sort of thing, where one can’t just move somewhere and feel the way I’ve felt for 20 years.

The great affair is to move.  Travel: exciting, adventurous, intriguing, unpredictable, passionate, full of life and love and all those things you read about and see in movies and hope to find.  The great affair is to move, but I think the greatest love you’ll ever have is right where you started. The place you always come back to.  The familiar one. Boston

howdoiputthisgently:

thefuuuucomics:

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(Source: sly80)

(1) this country is beautiful! but FOOKIN’ FREEZIN’ and I think I am drawn to colder climates not because of the actual cold (did I mention that I’m freeeezin) but because I like the bitterness of everyone around me, too much sunshine does weird shit to people sometimes, freaks me out.  in the cold no one gives a FOOK. we are honest and real and cold and it’s always okay to complain and be weirdly neurotic because we’re so GD cold. 

(2) about to write conquer my third midterm for: women in irish society and I am going to write about dating/marriage/relationships in the US versus those over here.  It is kind of Carrie Bradshaw of me.  I’m scared I’ll start writing “later that day, I got to thinking…[]…and I wondered….was it [] that made us []? or was it just []?

(3) does anyone care about any of this?

(4) I’d rather just keep procrastinating

(5) asdfghjkl