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louobedlam: Walking backwards while she’s skating forwards.  Refocusing again and again as she’s closing the distance between us.  Having a conversation.  Trying not to be blinded by the sun behind her.  Stepping carefully, so as not to trip.  Missing my cameras that are currently in a small repair shop in Santa Monica (where they are being returned to their former glory), because I am seeing the shots I could take with them, and rue those shots that shall never exist. Radiating awareness of any movement behind me, hoping I can fake radar sense well enough to not get hit by a car coming around the corner.  Watching for any patches of sun on her face, at which point I’ll stop taking shots long enough for the light to move again.   Neither of us are completely comfortable in the streets, it’s a gated neighborhood but I’ve never been there before and she’s rarely made such a spectacle of herself in and around her home.  It creates a vague unease that makes of us co-conspirators. Makes things more fun for being awkward.  Scared of freaking out the norms.   Enjoying freaking out the norms.   A fine fine day.
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So sick of staring at this screen!

#caffienecrash

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littleworries: Anonymous asked:  are you ok? x I’m not entirely sure.  I mean, I am a thing that can wander about and blink and breathe, so I am mostly ok, no?  But there are those things; the aches you find in your throat and your chest, deep deep bonesleep - and do you do that thing where you find your awkward little heartbeat in your wrist and keep hold of it until you can do sleeping?  But occasionally someone finds you, with their fingers sometimes, but mostly they look at you just as or just before you look at them.   And they don’t know you much or at all, but they could and they might and it’s all you can do to stop yourself asking them to meet you somewhere tomorrow, or on the tricksier days, to run away right now and help you search for the big big moon. I think I am ok.  Tonight I am ok.
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humansofnewyork: Unemployed librarian employs herself by collecting donated books and setting up make-shift libraries around Brooklyn. Proving that you may need a company to provide you a job, but being unemployed is a personal decision.
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humansofnewyork: This woman wins the award for the most profound one-liner in HONY history: “May I take your photo? You look beautiful.”“OK, just make sure you can see the bag.”“Oh, I didn’t realize you were advertising something.”“Isn’t everything beautiful advertising something?”
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nevver: Urban Etiquette Project, [more]
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nevver: Dead at 83, Maurice Sendak
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thedailywhat: RIP: Maurice Sendak, at 83: Maurice Sendak, the beloved author and illustrator of Where The Wild Things Are, has died after complications from a recent stroke. He was 83. Sendak won nearly every major book award, including the Caldecott Medal,considered the Pulitzer Prize of children’s book illustration. He had lived with his partner, Eugene Glynn, for 50 years before Glynn’s death in 2007. Watch an excerpt from the documentary Tell Them Anything You Want: A Portrait of Maurice Sendak here. [nyt]
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