With boys, growing up means coming of age. Big girls, though, are much less “of age” than little ones. You kiss the little ones often and openly; you want to kiss the big ones in secret. That is a difference, and surely one of the strangest. The boys grow into their manhood so sturdily and steadily, all of a sudden it fits them, you don’t know how. The girls let go of their children’s dresses suddenly and stand there, timid and freezing, at the start of a wholly different life, where the words and the coins they are used to are no longer valid currency. They develop regularly and calmly only up to the threshold of their maturity. Then the clocks go haywire. Sometimes a day is like nothing at all and then right on hits heels comes a night that is like…a thousand days.
-RAINER MARIA RILKE, The Inner Sky
I have yet to be convinced that I don’t need these pants
"haiku
Don’t worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually."
Don’t worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually."
— haiku by Issa, translated by Robert Hass (via words-in-lines)
repeat for days
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(via readingyourdiary)
we went to derby and made sure to photobooth-document.
& 2
so obsessed
