functional madness.

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"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival."

C.S. Lewis

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notes (via architectureblog)
gasp.
imagine all the reading and writing and daydreaming and the skinny dipping that could go on here….

(via architectureblog)

gasp.

imagine all the reading and writing and daydreaming and the skinny dipping that could go on here….

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"I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent."

Mahatma Gandhi

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Love and Other Verses, by Iron and Wine

soooo beautiful.

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booklover:

mustardseedtrees:

Weekend Read: Italo Calvino’s If on a winter’s night a traveler.

I can’t prove it, but I’m pretty sure there is a book god who sends me the right things to read at the perfect times. Confession: I haven’t finished a novel in over a month. I was beginning to think maybe I wouldn’t be able to join the minority cult of book readers in the readingless future because (like everyone else) I would never be able to focus long enough to finish a book again. (side note about that article: can we all please use the word frippery in every day conversations?)

When I first picked up this book about a year ago, I was in Borders to buy something specific for class. I can’t remember what. If on a winter’s night was sitting on the modern classics table and I picked it up because I liked the cover. After I stood there and read the first chapter, I had to buy it. How could I not? I was standing in a bookstore reading about myself picking up this novel in a bookstore and reading it.

I read a good bit of it then, a year ago, and took it with me to Cleveland when I visited Rachelle one weekend. I was so disappointed when I came home and realized that I had left it sitting on her coffee table. If you have read the book, the irony doesn’t escape me that my reading was interrupted. It is almost perfect, actually. I got it back, but I never picked it up again until I restarted it last week.

Yesterday I sat at the Starbucks in Cleveland for hours reading. Then I took a walk and found myself sitting at the top of a playground slide beneath the most beautiful yellow leaves. Add Andrew Bird singing from my iPod, and it was a practically perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

My verdict: read this book…. pirates, murder, spies, conspiracy, love, secret government agencies, everything anyone could ever want in a book, really.