Dean Young’s “The Rhythms Pronounce Themselves Then Vanish,” from the February 14 & 21, 2011 issue of The New Yorker.
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Isn’t it funny how you can know somebody inside & out, and then suddenly they just become an image?
Thrush, a love story in photos by Gabriel Bisset-Smith and Graham Turner
"The thing is not to follow a pattern… The thing is to accept your own life and not try to live someone else’s life."
— Katherine Anne Porter (via theparisreview)
"One reason for writing, of course, is that no one’s written what you want to read."
— Philip Larkin (via theparisreview)
NPR comes to Atlanta, goes to Magic City and explains ‘makin it rain’ to their audience.
