Why do people always get named after dead people? If they have to be named after anything at all, why can’t it be things, which have more permanence, like the sky or the sea, or even ideas, which never really die, not even bad ones?

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

Positive things about long weekends: 1) Time to read books, watch movies, and do whatever. 2) Staying up super late without the feeling of guilt. 3) Eating breakfast food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Negative things about long weekends: 1) Boredom at home. 2) Sitting around all day long. 3) Missing someone. 4) They end all too quickly.

Tell me, was I the sort of person who took your elbow when cars passed on the street, touched your cheek while you talked, combed your wet hair, stopped by the side of the road in the country to point out certain constellations, standing behind you so that you had the advantage of leaning and looking up?

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering. When they were ten he asked her to marry him. When they were eleven he kissed her for the first time. When they were thirteen they got into a fight and for three weeks they didn’t talk. When they were fifteen she showed him the scar on her left breast. Their love was a secret they told no one. He promised her he would never love another girl as long as he lived. What if I die? she asked. Even then, he said. For her sixteenth birthday he gave her an English dictionary and together they learned the words. What’s this? he’d ask, tracing his index finger around her ankle, and she’d look it up. And this? he’d ask, kissing her elbow. Elbow! What kind of word is that? and then he’d lick it, making her giggle. What about this? he asked, touching the soft skin behind her ear. I don’t know, she said, turning off the flashlight and rolling over, with a sigh, onto her back. When they were seventeen they made love for the first time, on a bed of straw in a shed. Later—when things happened that they could never have imagined—she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn’t a word for everything?

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love p.11

A new book and some cheap bookmarks! Before you judge me, I should tell you that my mom bought these for me. I think she was too happy about me getting a job that she wanted to buy me a lot of things (even a new bag for work, which felt kind of like going to school for the first time). I love her. I really do. She advised me to spend my first paycheck by treating people out for good luck, which I will definitely do.
  • Camera: Canon EOS 5D Mark II
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A new book and some cheap bookmarks! Before you judge me, I should tell you that my mom bought these for me. I think she was too happy about me getting a job that she wanted to buy me a lot of things (even a new bag for work, which felt kind of like going to school for the first time). I love her. I really do. She advised me to spend my first paycheck by treating people out for good luck, which I will definitely do.