All your ways are loving and are faithful,Like Incense
The road is narrow but your burden light,
Because you gladly lean to lead the humble,
I shall gladly kneel to leave my pride.
“not natasha,” a photographic essay on eastern european sex trafficked slaves by dana popa
Your statutes are my heritage forever,Like Incense
My heart is set on keeping your decrees,
Please still my anxious urge toward rebellion,
Let love keep my will upon its knees.
Anyone else fucking scared to return home?
“Each map in this book diagrams the one thing we most want a map to show us, and that is a way home.”
Wouldn’t it be cool to bring this project to Singapore?
Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.Robert Brault (via lunaoki)
The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest. He is a fellow who thoroughly enjoys his work, just as people who take bird walks enjoy theirs. Each new excursion of the essayist, each new “attempt,” differs from the last and takes him into new country. This delights him. Only a person who is congenitally self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays.
E. B. White
One day baby we’ll be old
Oh baby we’ll be old
And think of all the stories we could have told
YOUTH EXEMPLIFIED IN A SONG