February 2012
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boy: will you go out with me?
me: my mama told me to pick the very best one and you are not it
“Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and...”
– ― Toni Morrison
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Highlights of shopping at a Turkish market
I went shopping at the Grand Bazaar again today for the third time, and it was as enjoyable an experience as ever. I’m trying to decide how on earth I’m going to tell you about it, for there is SO MUCH and I don’t know where to start. It’s kind of like describing a color to someone.
The Grand Bazaar, situated in the heart of Istanbul, is one one of the largest...
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I fall in love with places easily. I remember when I was in Hungary, I swore I’d be back to live there. When I visited Izmir a month ago, I wanted to move. And now I’m in love with Istanbul. What is it with places that captures the heart and imagination?
“Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always...”
– Lauren Kate, Torment (via larmoyante)
“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a...”
– Georgia O’Keeffe
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Last night I dreamed I was watching Kelly Slater take on the big waves along the Jaws pipeline. Gosh I really miss surfing.
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02.24.12
Out of everything I saw today, from the Grand Bazaar to the Egyptian Spice Market to the historical mosques, what had the most impact on me was a very simple sight. As we were going out this morning, I noticed a little girl, maybe ten years old, bundled in a ragged coat, seated by the entrance of the hostel, selling tissues. As I walked past, she stood up and imploringly said in Turkish,...
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I totally just gave a stranger a handful of my clothing that I couldn’t take home with me because I didn’t have any room in my suitcase (due to all the stuff I’m bringing back). I decided to be nice to her cause she said she liked my Toms haha
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You’re the sea and I’m the shore
You’re the blizzard, I’m the battered door
You’re a question that I implore
You say you love me, but I love you more
“When I write, I feel like an armless leg less man with a crayon in his mouth”
– Kurt Vonnegut
