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Robin Lee Graham, the 16 Year Old that Sailed Around the World with his Cat, 1965
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used bookstore tucked into an old church in the holler I will always love you
Buckeye Bend Books, Marlinton, WV.
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the great thing about congee is that i don’t really have to put anything in it to make it feel like a nice, effortful meal—just rice and stock. and then while i wait ~30m for it to cook i get an unbelievable amount of housework done. need to make it my go-to lazy meal again instead of biscuits or plain bagels.
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i love my boyfriend i love my books i love my congee i love my coffee. my things 🤎
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i love my job so much, i love watching shy customers come more and more out of their shell every day, and seeing the faces of little old men light up when you remember their usual orders 🤎
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i have a tendency to self victimise, partly because i am prone to just laying down and allowing myself to be victimised, but also because i can oftentimes be so ignorant to the feelings of those around me. it is one of my worst traits which i think ive gotten better at, but its hard.
#i distanced my cousin in this way too. i think i expect people to stand on their own two feet and require little encouragement to find me#and enter my company. but i must have a somewhat unapproachable exterior that puts people off entering my company of their own volition.#i have been told i am intimidating. which is a baffling thought. not me.
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horrible dream last night, my childhood best friend iona who i hold very warm memories of—i arrived in her driveway in my shitty yellow car. knock on the door, i talk to her sisters, her mum. her dad isn’t there in the dream, but it always felt like a purely female household anyway. they are all pleasant to me, then i am directed outside to find iona. and there she is, bucket and classic big yellow sponge scrubbing at my car. i announce myself to her, and she looks up at me with such vitriol, still scrubbing away. she tells me my car is disgusting, she couldn’t bear to see it near her house lest people think it belonged to her. and i realise she is upset about the dissolution of our friendship—for years i felt we had just drifted after moving to high school, then i realised she felt more that i had abandoned her for new friends. and now she washes my car in this act of kindness motivated purely by disgust. she looks down on me, there is nothing i can say to raise her opinion of me. it sickens me. then i wake up.
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erik kessel
24 hrs in photos
2011
a new installation at the amsterdam foam gallery by erik kessels takes a literal look at the digital deluge of photos online by printing out 24 hours worth of uploads to flickr. the result is rooms filled with over 1,000,000 printed photos, piled up against the walls.
“we’re exposed to an overload of images nowadays,” says kessels. “this glut is in large part the result of image-sharing sites like flickr, networking sites like facebook, and picture-based search engines. their content mingles public and private, with the very personal being openly and un-selfconsciously displayed. by printing all the images uploaded in a 24-hour period, i visualise the feeling of drowning in representations of other peoples’ experiences.”
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